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>Me and my uhh cannibalistic girlfriend, parrot named Grandson and, uh Chuddie, were driving through the Ikea at DAWN, and then 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 tasted sulfur. I musta been about sixty-seven… Like a dead nigger baby is like a pringle, man.., his coconut-looking 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……….
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kekkles where is this from
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>>16260932 (OP)failed to get it into one sentence