Clint Torez
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Nigger Shitposting Thread.
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If Null was a nog his name would be Jayshwan Moon, and this website would be the Watermelon Farms.
BlaireWhitesBottom
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lmao reminds me of these 3 guinea brauds i grew up with who ALL ended up having kids with their rightside out counterparts!
anti SJW
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Help me kiwifarms, I have so many dead niggers but I have nowhere to store them, what do I do?!
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Ay. Ay. AAAAAAAAAY. Nigga we back in de thread, you though we ded? nah nigga we come back like the ghost of Marcus Garvery. We don know how da bring back sum of de legends of da black community like George Floyd, (rest in peace black jesus Floyd, you died for our sins and now we suffering for u) but we sure as hell know howda bring back this thread from the dead.
Y'all better listen up cause we aint necromancing us niggas of kiwi farms for nothin, today is a special month, is de month of black people and all black people things and such, so let's talk about out inventions that contributed to our society.
Lemme axe you somethin'. did y'all ever learn how the fireworks were invented? huh? huh? well listen up you Chinese mothafuckas cause it was the BLACK PEOPLE that invented the fireworks, not y'all squinted eyed alien looking mothafuckas and y'all tiny dick jew-related scamming, nuh-uh! nuh-UH! nuh-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!
Y'all better listen up cause we aint necromancing us niggas of kiwi farms for nothin, today is a special month, is de month of black people and all black people things and such, so let's talk about out inventions that contributed to our society.
Lemme axe you somethin'. did y'all ever learn how the fireworks were invented? huh? huh? well listen up you Chinese mothafuckas cause it was the BLACK PEOPLE that invented the fireworks, not y'all squinted eyed alien looking mothafuckas and y'all tiny dick jew-related scamming, nuh-uh! nuh-UH! nuh-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!
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Y'all mothathfuckas better listen up cause this nigga bout to gib you a history lesson.
Remember our noble and pure hero of black people, George Floyd? BTW, y'all niggas better keep your GF t-shirts and memorabilia in good shape or he come rape your ass nigga, treat your George Floyd painting like shit, put a hole on your George Floyd t-shirt? He come rape you. He come rape you till you shit blood and cum.
Anyways, our man George Floyd came up with this invention, fireworks. There ain't no market for the black man today cause, you know, the white man keep us from and inventing shit, nigga, they kneeling on our ability to do business, this is de truth.
So George Floyd thought of dis idea: "what if I sell my idea in de past and not around white people". So our genius idol made a time machine AND a mothafucking teleporter with the help of other black geniuses and went back to de past and teleported to China.
Unfortunately, de Chinese are racist! Da squinted eyed jew devils thought our lord and savior George Floyd was a monster and went after him and almost killed him.
Luckily George floyd was able to excape from de evil chinamen before he run out of breath. I hope y'all learn somethin' and remember. Black lives matter, fuck whitey fuck asians and fuck all non niggas.
Remember our noble and pure hero of black people, George Floyd? BTW, y'all niggas better keep your GF t-shirts and memorabilia in good shape or he come rape your ass nigga, treat your George Floyd painting like shit, put a hole on your George Floyd t-shirt? He come rape you. He come rape you till you shit blood and cum.
Anyways, our man George Floyd came up with this invention, fireworks. There ain't no market for the black man today cause, you know, the white man keep us from and inventing shit, nigga, they kneeling on our ability to do business, this is de truth.
So George Floyd thought of dis idea: "what if I sell my idea in de past and not around white people". So our genius idol made a time machine AND a mothafucking teleporter with the help of other black geniuses and went back to de past and teleported to China.
Unfortunately, de Chinese are racist! Da squinted eyed jew devils thought our lord and savior George Floyd was a monster and went after him and almost killed him.
Luckily George floyd was able to excape from de evil chinamen before he run out of breath. I hope y'all learn somethin' and remember. Black lives matter, fuck whitey fuck asians and fuck all non niggas.
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Kill niggers. Behead niggers. Roundhouse kick niggers into the concrete. Slam dunk a nigger baby into the trash can. Crucify filthy niggers. Defecate into niggers' food. Launch niggers into the sun. Stir-fry niggers in a wok. Toss niggers into active volcanoes. Urinate into a niggers gas tank. Judo throw niggers into a wood chipper. Twist niggers' heads off. Report niggers to the IRS. Karate chop niggers in half. Curb stomp pregnant niggers. Trap niggers in quicksand. Crush niggers in the trash compactor. Liquefy niggers in a vat of acid. Eat niggers. Dissect niggers. Exterminate niggers in the gas chamber. Stomp nigger skulls with steel-toed boots. Cremate niggers in the oven. Lobotomize niggers. Mandatory abortions for niggers. Grind nigger fetuses in the garbage disposal. Drown niggers in fried chicken grease. Vaporize niggers with a ray gun. Kick old niggers down the stairs. Feed niggers to alligators. Slice niggers with a katana.
!!!WARNING!!!
!!!WARNING!!!
PER Executive Order 2023.02 THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS TAGGED AS BEING CREATED BY ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, ALSO KNOWN AS "AI" OR "MACHINE LEARNING"
Two Dead Uncles Kneeling To The Beat (rev.2)
George walked over to the window and reflected on his shithole surroundings. He had always hated poor Minneapolis with its big,
retarded black people. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel pissed off.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an loathesome figure of Derek Chauvin.
George gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an addicted, criminal, grape drank drinker with big fentanyl and gay thoughts.
His friends saw him as a new, noisy nigra. Once, he had even helped a xenophobic little black child cross the road.
But not even an addicted person who had once helped a xenophobic little black child cross the road, was prepared for what Derek had in store today.
The global warming blew like pissed off monkey, making George quiet. George grabbed a big Watermelon that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As George stepped outside and Derek came closer, he could see the friendly smile on his face.
"I am here because I want arrest," Derek bellowed, in a small tone. He slammed his fist against George's chest, with the force of 2816 monkey. "I frigging hate you, George Floyd."
George looked back, even more quiet and still fingering the big Fried Chicken. "Derek, I can't breathe," he replied.
They looked at each other with bored feelings, like two cooperative, cooing chimp strangling at a very intellectually-challenged arrest, which had Rap music playing in the background and two dead uncles pissing to the beat.
Suddenly, Derek lunged forward and tried to punch George in the face. Quickly, George grabbed a big Fried Chicken and brought it down on Derek's skull.
Derek's head trembled and his knee wobbled. He looked enraged, his body raw like a wandering, warm Chimps.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later, Derek Chauvin was dead.
George Floyd went back inside and made himself a nice drink of grape drank.
THE END
!!!WARNING!!!!!!WARNING!!!PER Executive Order 2023.02 THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS TAGGED AS BEING CREATED BY ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, ALSO KNOWN AS "AI" OR "MACHINE LEARNING"
Two Dead Uncles Kneeling To The Beat (rev.2)
George walked over to the window and reflected on his shithole surroundings. He had always hated poor Minneapolis with its big,
retarded black people. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel pissed off.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an loathesome figure of Derek Chauvin.
George gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an addicted, criminal, grape drank drinker with big fentanyl and gay thoughts.
His friends saw him as a new, noisy nigra. Once, he had even helped a xenophobic little black child cross the road.
But not even an addicted person who had once helped a xenophobic little black child cross the road, was prepared for what Derek had in store today.
The global warming blew like pissed off monkey, making George quiet. George grabbed a big Watermelon that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As George stepped outside and Derek came closer, he could see the friendly smile on his face.
"I am here because I want arrest," Derek bellowed, in a small tone. He slammed his fist against George's chest, with the force of 2816 monkey. "I frigging hate you, George Floyd."
George looked back, even more quiet and still fingering the big Fried Chicken. "Derek, I can't breathe," he replied.
They looked at each other with bored feelings, like two cooperative, cooing chimp strangling at a very intellectually-challenged arrest, which had Rap music playing in the background and two dead uncles pissing to the beat.
Suddenly, Derek lunged forward and tried to punch George in the face. Quickly, George grabbed a big Fried Chicken and brought it down on Derek's skull.
Derek's head trembled and his knee wobbled. He looked enraged, his body raw like a wandering, warm Chimps.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later, Derek Chauvin was dead.
George Floyd went back inside and made himself a nice drink of grape drank.
THE END
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Coontact Tale #754 (September 3, 2007)
Over the centuries much has been remarked concerning the overpowering stench of africoons. With this coontact titled "Skunky," I hope to throw some light on this malodorous subject.
Perhaps twenty five years ago or more I traveled from Boston, Mass to Buffalo, NY on Amtrak. Around Utica an old, wizened, toothless, flat-nosed, tar-black, rag-headed aunt jemima-type negress boarded the train and sat in my section. Immediately my nostrils were assailed by the most dreadful stink, organic and pungent, which for years afterwards I was not able to accurately describe. The old coon was nervous and chatty, constantly asking where the train was and and if Rochester was near. It was likely she hadn't traveled in decades, and that perhaps she was a relic from the era of segregated travel. At any rate, she finally left the car at Rochester, and then the foul odour began to dissipate.
Fast foward: Years later I was involved in a garden project: We decided one day to plant tulip, daffodil and hyacinth bulbs. The next morning when we went out to resume our work, we saw every bulb dug up and placed on the ground. I consulted an oldtimer who laughed and explained a skunk was the culprit: It was an instinctive response to dig up something somebody had buried----might be something good to eat! He recommended we buy a big bag of bloodmeal, and re-plant the bulbs sprinkling some of this into each hole. He assured me the skunk would run from the smell of bloodmeal.
I went down to Agway and bought the stuff. When I opened the bag the stink rose and hit me in the face. Instantly I remembered the Amtrak journey of years ago. "My God," I thought to myself, " This repugnant bloodmeal stinks just like that old jig mammy in Rochester."
Over the centuries much has been remarked concerning the overpowering stench of africoons. With this coontact titled "Skunky," I hope to throw some light on this malodorous subject.
Perhaps twenty five years ago or more I traveled from Boston, Mass to Buffalo, NY on Amtrak. Around Utica an old, wizened, toothless, flat-nosed, tar-black, rag-headed aunt jemima-type negress boarded the train and sat in my section. Immediately my nostrils were assailed by the most dreadful stink, organic and pungent, which for years afterwards I was not able to accurately describe. The old coon was nervous and chatty, constantly asking where the train was and and if Rochester was near. It was likely she hadn't traveled in decades, and that perhaps she was a relic from the era of segregated travel. At any rate, she finally left the car at Rochester, and then the foul odour began to dissipate.
Fast foward: Years later I was involved in a garden project: We decided one day to plant tulip, daffodil and hyacinth bulbs. The next morning when we went out to resume our work, we saw every bulb dug up and placed on the ground. I consulted an oldtimer who laughed and explained a skunk was the culprit: It was an instinctive response to dig up something somebody had buried----might be something good to eat! He recommended we buy a big bag of bloodmeal, and re-plant the bulbs sprinkling some of this into each hole. He assured me the skunk would run from the smell of bloodmeal.
I went down to Agway and bought the stuff. When I opened the bag the stink rose and hit me in the face. Instantly I remembered the Amtrak journey of years ago. "My God," I thought to myself, " This repugnant bloodmeal stinks just like that old jig mammy in Rochester."
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Do you ever look at pasts post like this and wonder "what state of mind was I in?"
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Niggers were created by God to make the White Man repent for killing the Dodo.
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Ayo, hol up. Dem Irish be all actin like dey to be slaves in shiet. But lemme tell yo broke ass niggas dat we like runnin Boston an sheit. Officer O'malley be like mup da do be all gon and we kangz be runnin dis shit n all.
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