Fuck! I dispatched a rant to my wife that it was a nigger. I rolled the racial dice, which I usually win. Hopefully she won’t research further and discover that I was wrong that one time.
If you admit to being wrong you are no longer wrong. Man up.
Naw, I’ll wait and see if she catches it. I’m building a case against nigs. Every brick counts.
If your not honest and she picks it up you will look like a tit. Say you were wrong and begin drawing parallels with similar black cases.
Tell her he identifies as a nigger. You know, transracial. Those trans lies worked for the teenage raper in Virginia for a bit.
Yes. He felt like a nigger, inside. Feelings is all clown world requires.
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