Look at it this way: A bunch of wild Niggers.
Uncivilised tribe of primal apemen, slowly but surely nearing your home. They mindlessly destroy everything our civilisation has achieved in all these years.
You want to resist, but you can't. Having to fight their entire life, the Niggers are the stronger race. As one Nigger firmly grabs you with his apelike hand, the Nigger leader rips the clothes off your wife and begins to rape her using his primitive club.
You are lying on the ground, bloodied and wounded, your wife crying, your children dead, your hopes dashed. But the Niggers don't stop here. One of them grabs the club and begins pounding it on the sofa, all while screeching along. They call it ''art`` and you are the only witness of this art; a broken, degraded, dying witness.
Such is the downfall of the White Man.
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Anonymous2011-02-24 10:54
I'm as sober as my white Christian forefathers ever could be. Drugs are for faggots.
see this jkoe doesn't work because I don't pronounce 'either' like a faggot
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My penis. It is throbbing.2011-02-24 20:36
The disco. We go to disco. My body's sweaty from the MDMA inside it. I like to dance with you. You grab my ponytail. It is greasy with Germanic juices that I put inside my hair. Disco, we are the disco. I have a mesh shirt. My leather pants show off my sausage inside it. I grind your body, then we eat ecstasy and have Special K inside of the bathroom. It's a men's bathroom, but no one cares that you come inside because they know that inside it we do lots of drugs. And I will share them if the bouncer lets me go into the bathroom with you, and then we go home. We have efficient sex. And then I realize you're not that hot anymore because I've blown a load and I don't have ecstasy inside of my bloodstream. So I make sandwich. It has hazelnuts, bread, and some jelly that I got from the supermarket. It tastes pretty good, but it probably tastes better because my taste buds have ecstasy inside them. And then I go up to the bathroom, and you're wearing one of my shirts; that isn't cool. You didn't even ask. I met you earlier the evening; you're not my girlfriend, you're just girl that I have sex with. We probably won't do this again because I realize that your hair is frazzled and it probably has extensions. It's not your real hair, and that's kind of gross 'cause who knows where it came from.