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Today was just another day in the office in the shitty midwest city known as Tulsa, or Tulshit, as I like to call it. Some folks call it Tulsa, I call it Tulshit.
I was eating some fries and chicken tenders with honey mustard on my lunch break. I was just happily sitting in my truck in the back of the parking lot, so the sun doesn't shine on me while I eat. I even had my sun visor up on my front windshield. For a point of reference, the back of our business parking lot is private with a privacy fence and wall surrounding the back parking lot, so you can't exit from the back and you can't see outside of the lot.
Along comes a nigger spook that was lurking behind our office buildings, probably searching for its next score. I saw it out the corner of my eye and it noticed me smiling while I was eating and laughing at internet content on my sail foam. Here comes the fun part.
Of course, a nigger can't see a white man being happy and content without chimping out. I literally did not say a word to this nigger because I always try to avoid the groid, but I just happened to be smiling at internet content while the nigger walked by. If it wasn't looking inside of vehicles, it wouldn't have noticed me. Of course, I will notice the nigger as a natural defensive reaction to a moving dark figure randomly appearing behind our buildings. The nigger was definitely scoping out the area and probably high on Tulsa street drugs.
The nigger immediately takes offense that I was enjoying myself and that I just happened to glance at it while cracking a grin. It called me a stalker and a handful of other names for simply eating lunch in my truck, even though it was the one creeping behind our office buildings. It was carrying a power tool of some sort, which was probably stolen, and a black bag with God knows what inside. It immediately walked up to my window and started talking shit after this brief five second introduction. It was basically an instant chimpout for it to see me smiling.
Thankfully, my window was down only a couple of inches, so I didn't have to smell the nigger, or risk getting acid splashed, something thrown into my truck window, etc., and my doors were all locked. The nigger kept talking shit and accusing me of stalking it, even though it approached me aggressively quite literally out of nowhere. I did not see it approaching due to my sun visor being up and it approached from the front of my vehicle. It kept talking shit and I got scared as it aggressively approached even closer to my window within about a foot or two. I told the nigger I work here, don't want anything to do with it, and to leave me alone!
As it got more aggressive, I removed my pistol from its mount spot and holster. The nigger was close enough to see me ready my pistol and it really didn't like that. I roll with no safety and chambered. It kept talking more shit and got really irate due to my pistol being in my lap. After that, I started my truck, put it in reverse and got ready to leave because the nigger really started chimping. I picked up my phone and was about to call the cops, but it started walking away so I didn't call the cops. I think it finally felt deterred when it figured out I wasn't fucking around, and it left me alone and then left the parking lot. I moved my truck to another spot and I was on edge the rest of the day. Still am.
I thank God it didn't make a move on me so I don't have to go to prison for defending myself. Now I don't even want to stop anywhere at all in Tulsa. No eating in my vehicle. I'll just eat at my desk when I'm in the office. I will just pack all my lunches and fill up gas in my town outside of the city. It's all so tiresome when simple every day routine is ruined by niggers. I can't even enjoy lunch in my fucking truck by myself while feeling safe. It is a fucking shame we have to live like this and be on edge all the time when we're out and about... because of niggers.
I was eating some fries and chicken tenders with honey mustard on my lunch break. I was just happily sitting in my truck in the back of the parking lot, so the sun doesn't shine on me while I eat. I even had my sun visor up on my front windshield. For a point of reference, the back of our business parking lot is private with a privacy fence and wall surrounding the back parking lot, so you can't exit from the back and you can't see outside of the lot.
Along comes a nigger spook that was lurking behind our office buildings, probably searching for its next score. I saw it out the corner of my eye and it noticed me smiling while I was eating and laughing at internet content on my sail foam. Here comes the fun part.
Of course, a nigger can't see a white man being happy and content without chimping out. I literally did not say a word to this nigger because I always try to avoid the groid, but I just happened to be smiling at internet content while the nigger walked by. If it wasn't looking inside of vehicles, it wouldn't have noticed me. Of course, I will notice the nigger as a natural defensive reaction to a moving dark figure randomly appearing behind our buildings. The nigger was definitely scoping out the area and probably high on Tulsa street drugs.
The nigger immediately takes offense that I was enjoying myself and that I just happened to glance at it while cracking a grin. It called me a stalker and a handful of other names for simply eating lunch in my truck, even though it was the one creeping behind our office buildings. It was carrying a power tool of some sort, which was probably stolen, and a black bag with God knows what inside. It immediately walked up to my window and started talking shit after this brief five second introduction. It was basically an instant chimpout for it to see me smiling.
Thankfully, my window was down only a couple of inches, so I didn't have to smell the nigger, or risk getting acid splashed, something thrown into my truck window, etc., and my doors were all locked. The nigger kept talking shit and accusing me of stalking it, even though it approached me aggressively quite literally out of nowhere. I did not see it approaching due to my sun visor being up and it approached from the front of my vehicle. It kept talking shit and I got scared as it aggressively approached even closer to my window within about a foot or two. I told the nigger I work here, don't want anything to do with it, and to leave me alone!
As it got more aggressive, I removed my pistol from its mount spot and holster. The nigger was close enough to see me ready my pistol and it really didn't like that. I roll with no safety and chambered. It kept talking more shit and got really irate due to my pistol being in my lap. After that, I started my truck, put it in reverse and got ready to leave because the nigger really started chimping. I picked up my phone and was about to call the cops, but it started walking away so I didn't call the cops. I think it finally felt deterred when it figured out I wasn't fucking around, and it left me alone and then left the parking lot. I moved my truck to another spot and I was on edge the rest of the day. Still am.
I thank God it didn't make a move on me so I don't have to go to prison for defending myself. Now I don't even want to stop anywhere at all in Tulsa. No eating in my vehicle. I'll just eat at my desk when I'm in the office. I will just pack all my lunches and fill up gas in my town outside of the city. It's all so tiresome when simple every day routine is ruined by niggers. I can't even enjoy lunch in my fucking truck by myself while feeling safe. It is a fucking shame we have to live like this and be on edge all the time when we're out and about... because of niggers.
just tagging anyone I interact with
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