BigJimsWornOutTires
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Update: I wrote this three days ago. It happened again! It's like holding onto a phone and looking away. You look back at your cell phone, and a stranger's hand is holding it. But that hand is yours.
Update: It happened again! I wrote the above update yesterday. This time with both of my hands! I was dragging Daisy to the bathtub for her daily wash, and when I looked down, it was as if someone else's hands were dragging my sex doll.
Ah, yes, the ascension of the superior race has begun. Perhaps in a month or less, I'll be able to leave my body altogether and jump into a tiny hat, Money Master. And I have big plans! From there, I'm going to open a nightclub. I'm going to advertise it with tens of thousands of flyers of white, muscular, blue-eyed Chads with Stacies dancing and kissing in the background. I'll hand them out only to girls at colleges and sports bars and to their mothers at nail salons in upscale neighborhoods.
At the same time, I'm going to be promoting it heavily in the black community, but the flyers are going to be different! It'll have white Stacies and Beckies in thong bikinis with big butts, and in the background, happy niggas smoking blunts. I'm going to pay crackheads to hand them out in low-income housing projects, along Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd, in barber shops, motels and gas stations in ghetto hoods.
If my math is correct, when the white girls show up for the white boys, they will instead be greeted by Black Bucks. All guests will receive a free package of Kingdom Royal Honey and cigar papers. And if the white boys show up, they'll be discouraged by the thugs who will display gang signs and pretend to shoot them with a machine gun.
See? I'm far from being a racist, you damn fucking bigots! When I truly ascend, watch out, Gaza. I'm coming for you, too.
Update: It happened again! I wrote the above update yesterday. This time with both of my hands! I was dragging Daisy to the bathtub for her daily wash, and when I looked down, it was as if someone else's hands were dragging my sex doll.
Ah, yes, the ascension of the superior race has begun. Perhaps in a month or less, I'll be able to leave my body altogether and jump into a tiny hat, Money Master. And I have big plans! From there, I'm going to open a nightclub. I'm going to advertise it with tens of thousands of flyers of white, muscular, blue-eyed Chads with Stacies dancing and kissing in the background. I'll hand them out only to girls at colleges and sports bars and to their mothers at nail salons in upscale neighborhoods.
At the same time, I'm going to be promoting it heavily in the black community, but the flyers are going to be different! It'll have white Stacies and Beckies in thong bikinis with big butts, and in the background, happy niggas smoking blunts. I'm going to pay crackheads to hand them out in low-income housing projects, along Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd, in barber shops, motels and gas stations in ghetto hoods.
If my math is correct, when the white girls show up for the white boys, they will instead be greeted by Black Bucks. All guests will receive a free package of Kingdom Royal Honey and cigar papers. And if the white boys show up, they'll be discouraged by the thugs who will display gang signs and pretend to shoot them with a machine gun.
See? I'm far from being a racist, you damn fucking bigots! When I truly ascend, watch out, Gaza. I'm coming for you, too.
