True story, I swear to god

I was at the post office today....wanted to buy some stamps from the stamp machine...so I was standing in line with all these people....

This girl in line in front me was some fat flip or spic ho in a halter top, carrying a weird metal box.

To my horror, when she went to the machine, she opened the box to reveal hundreds of pennies. No dimes, quarters, or nickels.. JUST PENNIES. She then proceeds to put each penny into the stamp machine, ONE BY ONE.

So she just stands there putting in pennies....oblivious to the people waiting behind her...the other people in line looked shocked but didn't say anything...maybe they were just shocked by the audacity and stupidity of it all...

Then after about 10 minutes, she finishes putting the 200 pennies into the machine. And buys her 3 stamps.

have you ever seen anything like that in your life?

Unseen in za warudo

Yeah, there's this coin counting machine at a bank called Commerce, and these nigras come in, with about 6 tubloads of effin pennies. I think they got about 26$.

WTF does "za warudo" mean anyway? I used to see it everywhere on 4chan.

>>4

Means The World. A character, named Dio Brando, from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure(Manga, anime, game) says it, and thus stops time. He means to say The World, but his japanese accent fails him.

>>1

i have a true story too

i was in hospital, in my room, with a drip in my arm for a few days after an operation, not long after waking up, i could hear an old fart complaining non stop, the old lady who look liked she was in her late 60s if not 70s was complaining that a doctor promised to see her an hour ago, when infact it was 5 minutes ago, she was like i want my lawyer blah blah blah, i was laid their in disbelieve at what i was hearing, though i felt like crap after the op, a few minutes later after being told to go back to her bed, she was complaining about not having her pills, my god she wouldnt shut up for like 10 minutes if not long, since i couldnt move will my door was half open since the nurses were checking up on me all the time, i saw a group of nurses trying to calm the old fart down, it was pathetic, she whined for ages, they had to explain to her that getting medicine takes time, since the ward i was on wasnt near the pharmacy area and stuff.. but damn

i know old farts complain but this old fart complained for hours, i felt like saying SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OLD FUCKING BITCH IM TRYING TO RELAX AFTER A FUCKING OPERATION HERE.. but i didnt im too nice lol

needless to say the nurses were unhappy with her complaining, i think she had something wrong with her, i heard the nurses say her husband couldnt handle her behavior at home and stuff, and she claimed she didnt have long to live anyway.

>>6
That's fucking sad, dude.

i want the shittiest of luck to happen to me. i want to die because of vengeance.

i want somebody i know, somebody i trust to kill my family and my girlfriend. and i want to go into a dark phase, becasue that fucker just moved his shit to mexico, trying to escape and shit. so i go to mexico, telling my other friend "don't expect me to come back.."

The scene is mexico, a dirty little village close to a stone city called GuanoJuato. the little village has no name, more like a colonia or something. my friend(who we'll name Mordechai) is currently residing there, much to the fear of the other inhabitants. He's looking at his living room floor. somebody's blood stains the rug. it wasn't his blood. he packs up on his motorcycle and heads out to a town called Culiacan.

Just over a short amount of time, Mordechai has developed a following that terrorizes the city nights. until i arrive, thisting for a passionate revenge. i fight my way though many of his underlings, slowly making my way to the top.

It's me and him now, and i've a huge gash across my stomach. my consciousness is fazing in and out. we have one final lunge, and i quickly pull out a small pocket knife which makes it to his jugular. i feel the warm blood trail down my hand. he looks at me. his eyes seek redemption.

i scowled and poked into it with my thumb. A horrific scream was emitted from him. white goo oozed over my thumb and trailed down my hand.

 in a last fit of rage, we puts a gun against my cheeks and blows flesh away. my eyes must be wide with shock. i slump over and watch as he wriggles painfully to death. in last momenty of curiousity, i place my hand against the searing hot hole where my cheek used to be. slowly, i unstick the dead bastard and clean the pocketknife. hopefully i think, somebody will come.

and somebody did come. a clown to be exact. and he fucked me throught the hole in my cheek. the pain was so much that i die.

i'm bored you guys

When I was twelve, this gang of black guys outside a movie theater came up to me and called me "Leave it to Beaver," which makes no sense, but whatever. They screeched every time they said it like a fucking pack of hyenas. I screamed "nigger" and ran to the parking lot.

Whenever I go to basketball games, the blacks always call me Harry Potter. Uh, there are absolutely no similarities between me and Harry Potter, apart from the fact that we both wear glasses.

On the subway to one basketball game, this homeless guy in some tattered jacket called me Peter Pan, Harry Potter, and Pee Wee Herman. I was tempted to ridicule his lifestyle, but I didn't dare.

Just a few weeks ago, some homeless nigger kept calling me a "fucking white seahorse."

>>9
Are you fat, do you need a change of clothers? I know a place to drop by. I'd drop by Starbucks
http://www.starbucks.com/default.asp?cookie%5Ftest=1
Don't worry, you'll be just fine.

I was at the post office today....wanted to buy some stamps from the stamp machine...so I was standing in line with all these people....

This girl in line in front me was some fat flip or spic ho in a halter top, carrying a weird metal box.

To my horror, when she went to the machine, she opened the box to reveal hundreds of pennies. No dimes, quarters, or nickels.. JUST PENNIES. She then proceeds to put each penny into the stamp machine, ONE BY ONE.

So she just stands there putting in pennies....oblivious to the people waiting behind her...the other people in line looked shocked but didn't say anything...maybe they were just shocked by the audacity and stupidity of it all...

Then after about 10 minutes my mom got scared, she said "You're moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

I whisted for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, home to bel-air!"

I pulled up tp a house about seven or eight. I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home, smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

>>7

lol i know, and not being able to move much after the op with a drip in your arm sucked even more, needless to say those few hours were like a living hell, nothing like hearing an old fart moan for ages, just best to keep occupied and trying not to think about what was going on.. just go retarded and blank out shit and stuff lol

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