I and other co-workers had to go to an all day seminar last week. Several of them are amused by monkeyshines, but I wouldn't go so far as to call them niggermaniacs.
Anyway, the central character of this coontact was a monstrously obese she-boon by the name of "Malarca," and that was funny enough for us because in Irish malarky means bulldink or baloney.
At the lunch break we all got on the buffet line and suddenly the line stopped dead. Time goes on and we're all standing there like fools holding our plates when suddenly from the back of the line we hear Malarca scream out, "Move yo' ass muthafukka! Stopz doin' dat sheit! Dat sheit beez rood!!
What happened was that another she-boon had parked itself in front of the macaroni and cheese and was using a ladle and a serving fork to pull off the entire top of the mac casserole: In other words it was strip mining the crunchy part and leaving behind the soggy part.
"Ah will eatz whatever the fuck ah choozez, n' ain' nobody gunna' tell mee howz ta eat! N' ifn yo' duzn't likes dat, yo' kin kiss mah [email protected] ba hine!!" Is what the Negro azul she-boon replied.
Malarca advanced holding a notebook in a threatening manner and the casserole coon went into defensive position holding the ladle and fork. It looked like a titanic struggle between a rhino and an elephant was about to begin, but security rushed in and restored order.