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So for background I'm in a town thats 80% white, 15% hispanic and 5% nigger. Even though it's only 5% nigger, you can really notice each and every ounce of the 5%. They're a fucking low-iq menace.

They don't walk at normal speed, they understand at a cross walk the light has turned while they're only 1/3 crossed, they stop and grab their dick and do the slow walk. I need to cross to get to the gas station. The nanosecond he has a milimeter of clearance, I blast past him into the gas station, but as he's crossing, Im flipped to neutral, revving the shit out of my truck to let him know he's an asshole and if law went away, he'd be smashed.

As I pull into the gas station revving again while passing. He stops on the other side of the street and turns around staring at me. Doing some kind of punk test to see if I'll look away. I continue the stare down while pumping, he keeps standing there staring without moving. I finally finish pumping, get back in and rev on him 2 more times while passing. His intimidation nigger tactics failed and he was furious about it.

This concludes another true story from small town america. Always remember, niggers should never be in charge of anything, and if they walk too slow, let them know by obnoxiously revving at them and staring into their soul. That's all.

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Pretty useless but kinda cool and creepy

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Back in the mid 2000's I was a bit of a shit bag. I know, surprise surprise. Anyway, after a long night of drinking and chasing tail my buddy and I were headed home with nothing but a buzz. We stopped at circle K for some three am hot dogs. We used to pull this sham back then where we'd put two dogs on one bun with nacho cheese in the middle and chili on top. You'd put the hotdogs in a little carton, and the clerk would only charge you for one, but I digress. As we're heading in to the K some crackhead nigger pulls up on his bike and told us not to steal his bike. We wouldn't have done it otherwise, but god damn if that nigger didn't put the thought in our heads. Needless to say, when we exited the building we threw that niggers bike in the back of the truck.

I still think about that and laugh sometimes. Had to be twenty years ago.

Good times.