Husband came back from work and told me something happened that could have turned out worse but everything is ok.
Of course the mind runs to he finally snapped at work but no
He walks into his office opens the door, turns on the light and there was some black guy sitting in there in his chair.
Conversation
N: yo
H: did you need something
N: did you need in here
H: you're in my office
N: ok, I'll be out in a minute
Husband turned closed the door got security they open the office door fucking nigger had a knife in his hand!!
One in his hand and security missed it but police found another one on the floor.
This is bullshit. Some random black guy was just allowed to roam a building for apparently 5-6 hours according to security cameras and no one asked who the fuck he was?
I'm going to guess because he's black and oh no we can't do that. Just let him randomly set up camp in peace to go stab somebody.
New juneteenth ritual? Fuck them. Whole country has to shut down for day to celebrate these filthy fuckers??
I stopped off at a flea market and was looking around. I bought me a couple new rebel flags to trigger my cucked nigger loving neighbors with and I kept hearing this loud-mouthed know it all woman. She kept talking over everyone and walking around like she owned the place. Then she made a critical mistake. She started talking to me. I immediately told her that she looked great for a trans and holy fuckin nigger balls she went ape shit and started screaming and going full bi-polar. I put on my act and was like "sorry, sir. I didn't mean to offend you I was just trying to be nice". She was like I'm not a sir!1 I was like "okay, sorry ma'am" and gave her the wink. The bitch had her fists balled up and breathing hard ready to rumble. I made my way to the door with a smirk on my face carrying my new rebel flags in my hand. When I was in the parking lot some old guy came up to me, I think he has one of the stands there, and asked what happened. I told him and he laughed and smacked me on the shoulder and shook his head and walked back inside
Even at Easter my cousin just yaps about the videogame Wolfenstein out of nowhere then my whole fucking brainwashed family starts giving history lessons.
I don't know what it is, when anyone says ANYTHING about WW2 they have to talk about if for the next thirty minutes it's fucked
I went to see my dad and he was in his room listing to the "hay you" song from pink Floyd and I asked what the song was about.
He replied by saying "it's about the Holocaust" so I said "oh great" then left. It's all so tiresome.
