MercynRe sily old men playing adolescent games with sheets from Big Lots. cause i guess they think they pimpin' or something.

beat on the brat with a baseball bat, oh yeah
sabbie it seems to me that people like to pretend nasty things dont happen ever.

that they like to sweep it under the rug, then try desperatly hard not to notice when they have a hard time walking over the lumps.
anonymous -_-

I don't get it. I know in my heart if Jesus existed he would give me a clue. I am not talking about some old book with scary stories - I mean he would really get down with me and chill!

But the funny thing is...
I was walking home a few days ago passed the ghetto and three guys pulled me into an ally so deep and narrow it was like a tunnel. When I saw the first guy start to unzip his pants I just drop to my knees and started praying. Oh GOD! Oh GOD! oh GOD!

He just looked down at me and pulled out his nasty weenie and said - yah grl that's jus wherr I wans ya ta b. Then he tore at my t-shirt until my breasts where exposed. Then pinched my nipple soooo hard with a twist I almost fainted.

I could smell his stinky crotch as he pulled me near. I wanted to scream -- but all I do was whisper. No lord, please no.

Then I heard a whoop whoop cop car thingie sound and saw a bright light shine at the end of the tunnel. Next thing I knew they all ran like roaches when you turn on the light.

OK so -- it was no burning bush but it sure saved mine! Perhaps I'll have to reconsider this thing called faith!

bandersnatch for history my journor year in highschool i had a teacher who was in the airforce when he was younger. he told us a story about how he was flipping through a magazene and saw an add where you tear it out, mail it and 3 dollars to hte address written on it, and you become a card carrying member of the kkk.that gave him an idea

he filled it out with his friends name and address, who he worked with, and didnt tell him till after he sent it what he had done. oh,did i mention that his friend was black. after he told him what he did both of them laughed for hours about it. the next letter that the friend sent home had a picture of him holding the membership card and the letter told them what he did, his parents also thought it was funny and his mother offered to make the robes for there first meeting.

a few months after all that a genral came in and did a suprise inspection. when the genral got to the desk of the friend he wasnt there, but his member card was framed and mounted behind the desk. the genral was pissed and demanded to see him imidiatly, everyone in te office was trying not to laugh but no one told the genral the guy was black. when he finnally did come down and report in to the genral the genral did a double take and then he too began to laugh his ass off.

i guess the moral is .... uh, could i get some help with the moral?
fritz One day a good friend of mine was challenging some homie g's to freestyle rap while I set a beat on a table for him.

It went something like this;

Yo, my name is Mike B.
And I come from the STREET
When I hang with my homies
I wear a white sheet

That's right, KKK
Got me a mace and a chain
I ain't frontin, dogg
I make niggers feel pain

He promptly ran in the opposite direction.
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Strideo for some reason the neighbors have shied away ever since I opened the Triple K Ranch.
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