BigJimsWornOutTires
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So we have a wealthy slacker that treasures powder cocaine. He loves to pitch parties with other rich bitches and have fun with that cocaine. But ugh, Pops doesn't give him money like he used to. Pops would tell him, "Get a fucking job, you little prick." However, Pops surely do love guns. He has many guns! He earned them. He worked all his life. Although he was born wealthy too. And Pops loves to arm the family. He gives guns to everyone in the house ... including Mr. Slacker. He also has a thing for assault weapons. And so Mr. Slacker has several.
One day, the privileged richtard devises a scheme. He takes two of his gifted assault weapons and drives them to an acquainted drug dealer. "I'll trade you these two beautiful gorgeous black bitches in exchange for two ounces of pure white delicious cocaine."
"DEAL!" The liberal drug vendor accepted. But he knows Pops is gonna be pissed so he organizes a devious outcome in advance. He first brings his cocaine back to his condo. Then he drives to an area with no surveillance cameras. He breaks the window of his car. He calls the police to report a car burglary and two guns missing.
Later that day, holding the police report, he calls Pops crying like a little spoiled lying bitch. "Dad, my car was broken into! They took the Maggie twins!"
Oh, boogers. Pops knew what he was referring to. And so this demented family names their guns. Pops comforts him. "Don't worry, son. I'll get you two more pretty little ladies. You can count on that!"
Mr. Slacker beams a bright grin. He tells his dad thanks and see ya, nigga. Later that night, he throws a wild party. He broadcasted to his circle, "FREE COCAINE FOR INSTAGRAM INFLUENCERS!" The girls come running and they all get butt-naked and party for the next 72 hours with no sleep. Mr. Slacker is happy.
Meanwhile, those two guns make their way into a black neighborhood under a current gang settlement dispute. The guns will later be used against one another. And Maggie will accidentally (cross-fire) remove a child playing with her dollies from the Earth.
Not White Privilege, you fucking retarded blacks. WEALTHY PRIVILEGE. Rich Lives Matter more than yours. Open your eyes for once.
One day, the privileged richtard devises a scheme. He takes two of his gifted assault weapons and drives them to an acquainted drug dealer. "I'll trade you these two beautiful gorgeous black bitches in exchange for two ounces of pure white delicious cocaine."
"DEAL!" The liberal drug vendor accepted. But he knows Pops is gonna be pissed so he organizes a devious outcome in advance. He first brings his cocaine back to his condo. Then he drives to an area with no surveillance cameras. He breaks the window of his car. He calls the police to report a car burglary and two guns missing.
Later that day, holding the police report, he calls Pops crying like a little spoiled lying bitch. "Dad, my car was broken into! They took the Maggie twins!"
Oh, boogers. Pops knew what he was referring to. And so this demented family names their guns. Pops comforts him. "Don't worry, son. I'll get you two more pretty little ladies. You can count on that!"
Mr. Slacker beams a bright grin. He tells his dad thanks and see ya, nigga. Later that night, he throws a wild party. He broadcasted to his circle, "FREE COCAINE FOR INSTAGRAM INFLUENCERS!" The girls come running and they all get butt-naked and party for the next 72 hours with no sleep. Mr. Slacker is happy.
Meanwhile, those two guns make their way into a black neighborhood under a current gang settlement dispute. The guns will later be used against one another. And Maggie will accidentally (cross-fire) remove a child playing with her dollies from the Earth.
Not White Privilege, you fucking retarded blacks. WEALTHY PRIVILEGE. Rich Lives Matter more than yours. Open your eyes for once.
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