UnBooks:My sojourn/Chapter 17

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Dude, those fucking things were huge, like WTF?
They looked kinda like this, only fucking psycho

So there I was[edit]

minding my own business, dressed up in my white commemorative hood signed by Lester Maddox and my too-tight white-man pants, two-finger hunt-and-peck style typing on the internet, telling the losers at some commie ass clown site all about the things the white man has lost and how much we want them back and shit. Like, bridge over troubled waters shit.

and these fucking niggers[edit]

come out of nowhere, all smiley faces and googily eyes and teeth up in there, and instead of going for the stuff in ma's basement they make a break-dance line straight towards my page.

so I pulled out my laptop[edit]

to wipe the net clean of these monstrocities, but when I go to edit my page it's all gang-tackled, colorized and frozen-up hoody style, WTF?

I immediately stomped my feet, tore my hair, and threw an epic good-ole-boy hissy fit, and within seconds incurred a major sinistral external abrasion, a loose areolar connective tissue bruise, and a severed brachialis radial.


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