Piss stop at the circle coon
We spent the last week in Arkansas taking care of some personal stuff and came back last Friday night. All things considered, it was a nice trip and visit and we only saw a couple of niggers during out entire stay there.
We left late early in the evening. I actually prefer to drive at night since there is less traffic, it's easier on my eyes and it's also where my chronic insomnia comes in the most handy.
We made it all the way to Hammond, LA and pulled over at a Circle K for coffee and gas. Being the only place open along the I-55 since Ida (and the coof before that) there wasn't much choice in the matter.
I moved my van to the front of the store to clear the pump area and stretch for a few minutes. There were about a dozen cars in the lot so it felt fairly safe with no niggers in sight. Mrs. Tweak went inside to take care of her business while I waited by the van watching to watch out for her to make it to the restrooms and the lot. I saw a car drive up to the pumps and noted the two darkies get out and start pumping gas. I figured that any nigger wouldn't pay with a card and rob the place at least - they would be too stupid to pump gas if that were the case. Since everything felt reasonably safe, I left her with the van right outside the front door while I went inside to dispose of the two soft drinks I consumed since leaving AR.
I came back out and Mrs. Tweak was hiding between the front of the van and the store front with a look of absolute disgust on her face while we climbed in. It seems that one of the moolies had stepped around to the opposite pump from it's hoopty, and in full view of the store, the road and several witnesses, decided to piss on the side of the pump.
The two drove off just as I was walking out of the front door so I didn't get a plate number. I thought she might have been seeing things but, sure enough, the side of the pump and the pavement were freshly poisoned as I drove past them to exit the parking lot.
Needless to say, the wife was mortified and nauseous over the incident.
This nigger was maybe fifty feet from the restroom but couldn't be troubled with the walk inside or the effort to be discrete or courteous to the rest of the customers. It chose instead to leave a puddle of its nigger piss where other humans would step in it when they showed up to pump gas next. I suppose that was its whole point, though, wasn't it.
