You be a white man, dats wat you r hear for. Dat money dun belong ta ya all ya alls owes us som ah dat cash ya all be makin. You be needin ta be pay da black man cause of all ya alls racism an shit.
Wurd... dees wypipo dun gots demselves wut day deserve.
Yes fellow black man. I concur wholeheartedly with your niggertry. Now, let's set a date to eat a fine meal of fried chicken and watermelon followed by marijuana joints and sitting on my front porch, on some upcoming afternoon in the near future.
My dick.
Ahhh yes my good man this sounds like an enchanting evening. But I would be remiss if I neglected to point out that such a fine evening would be ruined without a spot of grape drank. If you would permit me the honor, I shall endeavor to acquire provide the finest grape drank for the festivities.
Mother fornicator.
Perhaps if funding permits, we shall acquire females with bulbous posteriors, who will gyrate them to loud music for our enjoyment while we converse in rhyming about fornicating with each others mother's. That would be an excellent ending to a fine evening.
My genitals are big and yours are not
You misspelled “raycissm”.
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