Bushman
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My physicist sister and I had to drive through my state’s no man’s land to see our friend in a play. This region of my state is a forest/country biome, but it’s populated by warrior gene blacks instead of rednecks. These flatfooted nighas are the type to breed pit bulls to fight in the arena out in the bush.
Good Christian men have been waylaid, mugged, and slaughtered there because they unwittingly parked by the side of the road to rest.
When driving back, we had to stop by a gas station in that area bc my sister drank too much caffeine and consequently, had to pee.
This was our first mistake,
As I was backing out my parking space, I accidentally bumped into a Cadillac parked behind me.
A Manlet dreadhead with a splint hopped out the Cadillac and started cursing me out. Apparently, I had scuffed his new bumper and needed to pay. He was acting extremely aggressive for a guy with a broken arm, so I assumed he was armed or prone to do something crazy.
One shouldn’t provoke a wounded LION. I tried to defuse the situation by exchanging numbers so the insurance could handle it.
He said no, and started circling my car like a Raptor, saying, “ you gotta have something valuable in there”. Subsequently, a lightskin nigga , blasting real nigga Memphis trap in his car, pulled up and cut off my only avenue of escape. At the same time, The dread head’s partna came out the gas station, sipping on a slushie. He had Tyrone nephillim pheno and could easily shatter my nigcel peanut skull.
My sister and I realized that we could potentially end up in an acid vat or a ditch, so we shelled out 400 bucks for the guy’s “dented” bumper. Suddenly, the dread head starting acting really cordial and empathetic after receiving the pay off
“I was having a bad day too, man. We all make mistakes.”
He introduced himself to me and started trying have a genuine conversation.
My sister and I were scared as fuck, so we didn’t dither with small talk and quickly rushed out the gas station. The nephilim Tyrone started humorously waving his hands back and forth like one of airport runway dudes while we were backing out. The lightskin followed us in his car for a bit, but eventually sped off,
How was your day, Bros?
Good Christian men have been waylaid, mugged, and slaughtered there because they unwittingly parked by the side of the road to rest.
When driving back, we had to stop by a gas station in that area bc my sister drank too much caffeine and consequently, had to pee.
This was our first mistake,
As I was backing out my parking space, I accidentally bumped into a Cadillac parked behind me.
A Manlet dreadhead with a splint hopped out the Cadillac and started cursing me out. Apparently, I had scuffed his new bumper and needed to pay. He was acting extremely aggressive for a guy with a broken arm, so I assumed he was armed or prone to do something crazy.
One shouldn’t provoke a wounded LION. I tried to defuse the situation by exchanging numbers so the insurance could handle it.
He said no, and started circling my car like a Raptor, saying, “ you gotta have something valuable in there”. Subsequently, a lightskin nigga , blasting real nigga Memphis trap in his car, pulled up and cut off my only avenue of escape. At the same time, The dread head’s partna came out the gas station, sipping on a slushie. He had Tyrone nephillim pheno and could easily shatter my nigcel peanut skull.
My sister and I realized that we could potentially end up in an acid vat or a ditch, so we shelled out 400 bucks for the guy’s “dented” bumper. Suddenly, the dread head starting acting really cordial and empathetic after receiving the pay off
“I was having a bad day too, man. We all make mistakes.”
He introduced himself to me and started trying have a genuine conversation.
My sister and I were scared as fuck, so we didn’t dither with small talk and quickly rushed out the gas station. The nephilim Tyrone started humorously waving his hands back and forth like one of airport runway dudes while we were backing out. The lightskin followed us in his car for a bit, but eventually sped off,
How was your day, Bros?
