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From the next aisle over came bixnood cRapping and the sound of basketball dribbling
I was in the sporting goods section at Walmart when my ears started bleeding, and I expected my nose to start bleeding once I smelled niggerstank. It was the typical cRap that I can never understand (like I want to anyway), even if there wasn't the bang-bang-bang-bang-bang of a ball rapidly dribbled on the floor. There aren't a whole lot of niggers in my area, but there's a growing HUD project in the town next over that bleeds niggers into the area. So on my way to another part of the store, I was curious to see what specimen of niggerness had invaded.
And there was that abomination of nature: a white boy. A God damn white boy that was cRapping so authentically, he sounded just like a nigger. He didn't have dreads like his beloved niggers, but he had the typical baseball cap on, backwards, I guess it's only because it's still a little warm that he wasn't wearing a hoodie over it.
I wanted to go up and slap the niggerness out of him, and ask him how he wasn't ashamed of himself. What he needs is a strong father who should have done that years ago. There is no way in hell Sandy Sr. would have tolerated me listening to cRap, much less acting like a nigger.
We know the world is messed up when a Kenya-born Muslim returns as President, Snowden fled to HK and Russia to escape the U.S. govt, George Zimmerman was put on trial, Colin Kapernick was GQ's Citizen of the Year, Dems steal a presidential election, and BLM is nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.
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