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Niggers are funny like that. When I bought my first house the only thing I could afford had some niggers across the street. When I tore out my lawn to replace with drought tolerant landscaping they had all kinds of questions (so did the white and Japanese neighbors). The white neighbors would come over and start a conversation. The Japanese neighbor brought me a cold can of Coke and told me I looked hot doing all that work. The niggers would shout, "Hey!" from across the street until I stopped ignoring them (I dunno why).
That brings up an interesting side story. The neighborhood was weird, about 50% white, 20% Hispanic, and 10% black. One day I'm working in the yard and my "woke" dad is helping. We look up and notice that every black person on the block is outside standing next to their mailbox. Sure as shit, the mail truck turns the corner a minute later. "That's weird," my dad says. "I wonder what they're all doing."
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[–] cT9NlRLhxlyr 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago (edited ago)
Niggers are funny like that. When I bought my first house the only thing I could afford had some niggers across the street. When I tore out my lawn to replace with drought tolerant landscaping they had all kinds of questions (so did the white and Japanese neighbors). The white neighbors would come over and start a conversation. The Japanese neighbor brought me a cold can of Coke and told me I looked hot doing all that work. The niggers would shout, "Hey!" from across the street until I stopped ignoring them (I dunno why).
That brings up an interesting side story. The neighborhood was weird, about 50% white, 20% Hispanic, and 10% black. One day I'm working in the yard and my "woke" dad is helping. We look up and notice that every black person on the block is outside standing next to their mailbox. Sure as shit, the mail truck turns the corner a minute later. "That's weird," my dad says. "I wonder what they're all doing."
"What's the date?" I ask.
"The 1st," he says.
"When do welfare/disability checks come?" I ask.
He actually chuckled and we went back to work.