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Mrs. S and I went shopping yesterday. Everywhere was pretty busy, but at all the higher-end stores she likes, there wasn't a single nigger shopping or working. Come to think of it, we didn't go to Victoria's Secret. Sows love to go there, get in a fight or scream at a manager, distracting everyone from the shoplifting niglettes.
Then Mrs. S wanted to check Nike. One, two, three filthy bucks, one of which looked ready to muh dikk Mrs. S if she wasn't alone (she isn't 20 anymore but still rates a "Wow!"). "Cans uh hepp you find sumthang?" Mrs. S isn't at Plantation level but generally ignores niggers, and almost always store workers when she knows where she's going. I just glared at the nigger.
A few minutes later was the nigger beast in question. Dreads two feet long with some blonde coloring, and a buck's face. Rail thin, so were those sow udders and not Fat Albert udders? Then it niggerooked something to a white employee in a midrange voice. Whatever it is, at least we know it's a nigger that shouldn't in civilization.
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