It's amazing what a few words of near-incomprehensible niggerbabble can do to fuck up YT's day. I'm currently at the local library, working on a write-up for work away from the distractions of home. I get here, park, and begin to unpack my car when some ugly buck sporting greasy, nappy "afro" and a Browns jersey walks in front of my car and mumbles "Ah lock dat car, maing." "Dat car" is an '03 Chevy Cavalier, bought used in '06, with plenty of scratches and a few dents that have come with about 6 years of my putting it through its paces for school and work. Good God, I thought to myself, I really am driving a fucking hooptie! It's a little banged-up, plenty of miles, but still runs reasonably well - no wonder the nigger admired it!
I almost replied "Ah hates nigguhs, maing," but being in fuxated Sandusky, I'd have been a wet spot on the pavement - and the police wouldn't be allowed to care. I didn't respond to the coon, but started packing up my car right in front of it. I got in, and left the parking lot, watching its bootlips form some more inane coonery from my rearview mirror, and drove to the camera-surveilled courthouse parking lot a few blocks away, when I knew the coon wasn't following me. If by some chance that nigger does find my car, it'll have to jack it with the county sheriff looking down on it. Sandusky might be fuxated, but the county sheriff, and even the city PD, still know how to treat niggers, thank God.