>>216963 (OP)Me and uhh my cannibalistic girlfriend, parrot named Grandson and, uh Chuddie, were driving through the Ikea at DAWN, and a truckload of nigger babies either hit another mobility scooter or just, I don't what happened, but.. there were dead nigger babies scattered all over the throughway, brapping… to death. So the cart pulls up and stops. That was the first time I was vagely suprized at something or other IRL - I musta been about sixty-seven… Like a dead nigger baby is like a pringle or subliminal advert man.., his rainbowy head floating in the breeze… The reaction I get now thinking about it, lookin' back… IS that the souls of the ghosts of those dead nigger babies, maybe one or two of them, were fluttering about with shiny rainbowy glow, pulling gang signs, pretending that the toilet-roll is a glock, suddenly leaped out and blew a raspberry at my soul……….