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Anonymous2013-12-10 16:33
I was in Philadelphia on my way to visit a male prostitute by the name of Galaxia and had entered an elevator filled with a negro gang going on up to their crib, it broke down and came to a halt between floors. The service telephone said it would be 6 hours before they could do anything, I was stuck in a hot sweaty elevator full of big black men, and yet they were surprisingly amenable, they saw how petite and effeminate I was so naturally the first thing that sprang to mind was "lookit dat cute white boi, we could easily lift him up through the roof hatch", but it was too late, I had already reached into my bag, put on a gas mask and retrieved my trusty bottle of homemade ether, which I subsequently splashed on their faces after getting their attention by shouting "ain't no mandingo gonna touch me" in the strong genuine Kajun drawl of my childhood in Louisiana.
I take it they were too embarrassed to press charges, considering the amount of "forensic evidence" I left behind. These were big macho guys with a reputation to maintain after all.