bill brasky #racist niggermania.net

Oh, Lawdy Jeebus...where to begin...

So, this weekend was my high school reunion. I looked forward to reconnecting with old friends but, unfortunately, we had a few niggers in the graduating class. Fortunately, they pretty much stayed segregated amongst themselves. However, I was able to observe some TNB.

A few classmates started a Facebook listing to help organize events. One of those events was a morning of golf. Well, since tiger woods fuxated golf, niggers now feel the need to fuxate the game itself for all of us. There was a lot of trash talk (ooking and eeking???) on Facebook. Needless to say, I didn't go.

Instead, I went to a potluck picnic lunch at the old high school. A couple of niggers showed up, but again, stayed segregated from humans. (Let them have their "safe space"!) I did, however, have the unfortunate luck of sitting somewhat near them. At least they were downwind! There were a couple of niglets running around, of course. And there was a 6-month old future felon. I overheard them say it's name...King! Of course, they pronounced it "Kang".

I experienced the funniest thing...flies are racist!!! I observed flies landing on the niggers. They didn't even try to swat them away like humans would. What was really funny was that the flies didn't bother the humans! I never once had a fly try to land on my food or buzz around my head. They buzzed the spooks and crawled on their faces...just like national geographic!

Two main courses were offered at the picnic...hot dogs and fried chicken. Want to take a guess as to what they swarmed over (like locusts)? It's a 50-50 shot, and if you guessed hot dogs, you'd be wrong! I was far enough away not to hear the lip smacking and bone sucking sounds over the background music (which was 80's stuff...not jungle music).

Oh, one other thing. Just before the picnic, I went to a local grocery store which has an awesome bakery to grab a few things for the pot luck. When I got out of the car, a sheboon raced into the parking lot and screeched into the handicap spot right next to the door. It jumped out and ran straight to the electric cart. It had the mobility and stamina to get the cart away from a truly disabled human, but probably had "the sugars" enough to "need" the electric cart.

Finally, my old neighborhood has sadly, like other stories posted on this website, become fuxated. I made sure the car doors were locked and my ccw was within reach. Needless to say, I didn't stay long. A once nice neighborhood is now filled with hoopties, street trash (both garbage and niggers), unkempt yards and niggas just hangin' out.

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