The following transcript has been bowdlerized by a mysterious group of which the name can not be mentioned in this story, but the group was founded by Oprah Winfrey and Will Smith in 1923.
One of their rituals involve ritually slaughtering a white bunny, a polar bear and a white whale, to use their blood to make finger paintings of things they saw in their dreams.
“Afro-American please!” She yelled still having a full bite of chicken left in her mouth.
The chair she was sitting on was almost groaning as she moved back and forth, which was most likely because of poor manufacturing.
Her boyfriend stuffed his mouth full of chicken with grace and said, “Baby, you got it all wrong. My eyes are on you, all the time.”
“I saw how you were looking at that lady that presumably sells her body for money.”, She said ripping the flesh of the chicken wing in her hand, “Looking at her behind. Intercourse! That’s the only thing you ever think about!”
One of the waiters walked up to their table, a young man with an apron around his middle, “Would any of you like some ice water?”
Clearly the waiter was a racist, suggesting that Afro-Americans don’t have enough taste buds, so anything other than tasteless water would be a waste if served to them.
Her boyfriend got up and began making clear he was unhappy by the way they were threaten, and to ask where his forth bucket of chicken wings was.
“Negro, sit your butt down!” She yelled, sending bits of chicken across the table.
He sat back down and the waiter cleaned his face with his apron, and got the gentleman his order.
They eat all their buckets of chicken wings and finished their cokes and went home to watch Larry King Live.
We the group that can not be mentioned, hope you enjoyed this story to it’s fullest potential.
One of their rituals involve ritually slaughtering a white bunny, a polar bear and a white whale, to use their blood to make finger paintings of things they saw in their dreams.
“Afro-American please!” She yelled still having a full bite of chicken left in her mouth.
The chair she was sitting on was almost groaning as she moved back and forth, which was most likely because of poor manufacturing.
Her boyfriend stuffed his mouth full of chicken with grace and said, “Baby, you got it all wrong. My eyes are on you, all the time.”
“I saw how you were looking at that lady that presumably sells her body for money.”, She said ripping the flesh of the chicken wing in her hand, “Looking at her behind. Intercourse! That’s the only thing you ever think about!”
One of the waiters walked up to their table, a young man with an apron around his middle, “Would any of you like some ice water?”
Clearly the waiter was a racist, suggesting that Afro-Americans don’t have enough taste buds, so anything other than tasteless water would be a waste if served to them.
Her boyfriend got up and began making clear he was unhappy by the way they were threaten, and to ask where his forth bucket of chicken wings was.
“Negro, sit your butt down!” She yelled, sending bits of chicken across the table.
He sat back down and the waiter cleaned his face with his apron, and got the gentleman his order.
They eat all their buckets of chicken wings and finished their cokes and went home to watch Larry King Live.
We the group that can not be mentioned, hope you enjoyed this story to it’s fullest potential.
