gotta love asians
#7
04-15-2007, 10:01 AM
RE: gotta love asians
Zomg! Awesome! I'm half black myself, but people have a hard time telling my race because my skin isn't really dark, I don't have the facial features, and I keep my hair too short to tell if it's really curly or anything but, I live in wigger central USA. You could go a week without actually seeing a real, live black person here, but all the white boys think they are black. So, I love telling them "you know, you're not actually black" and they usually flip out and start screaming and yelling and then they break out the threats of violence and "Ima mess you up, aight?" That's when I usually start laughing like a 15 year old on crack because I'm kinda built like a lineman (used to play football) and I'll walk away from them. The best ones are the ones who follow me, presumably to 'mess me up' when I get to my car or away from the crowds, so then I stop and pull my shirt back a little, revealing either of my two Berettas, or my Smith and Wesson I carry (different guns for different outfits, locations, and where I'm going to be when I'll likely need it most) and they always say "OH SH*T" and run away like a kid caught messing with his neighbors daughter when the parents come home.
Word.
Word.
#8
04-15-2007, 07:23 PM
RE: gotta love asians
ORIGINAL: cyberlogicx
Zomg! Awesome! I'm half black myself, but people have a hard time telling my race because my skin isn't really dark, I don't have the facial features, and I keep my hair too short to tell if it's really curly or anything but, I live in wigger central USA. You could go a week without actually seeing a real, live black person here, but all the white boys think they are black. So, I love telling them "you know, you're not actually black" and they usually flip out and start screaming and yelling and then they break out the threats of violence and "Ima mess you up, aight?" That's when I usually start laughing like a 15 year old on crack because I'm kinda built like a lineman (used to play football) and I'll walk away from them. The best ones are the ones who follow me, presumably to 'mess me up' when I get to my car or away from the crowds, so then I stop and pull my shirt back a little, revealing either of my two Berettas, or my Smith and Wesson I carry (different guns for different outfits, locations, and where I'm going to be when I'll likely need it most) and they always say "OH SH*T" and run away like a kid caught messing with his neighbors daughter when the parents come home.
Word.
Zomg! Awesome! I'm half black myself, but people have a hard time telling my race because my skin isn't really dark, I don't have the facial features, and I keep my hair too short to tell if it's really curly or anything but, I live in wigger central USA. You could go a week without actually seeing a real, live black person here, but all the white boys think they are black. So, I love telling them "you know, you're not actually black" and they usually flip out and start screaming and yelling and then they break out the threats of violence and "Ima mess you up, aight?" That's when I usually start laughing like a 15 year old on crack because I'm kinda built like a lineman (used to play football) and I'll walk away from them. The best ones are the ones who follow me, presumably to 'mess me up' when I get to my car or away from the crowds, so then I stop and pull my shirt back a little, revealing either of my two Berettas, or my Smith and Wesson I carry (different guns for different outfits, locations, and where I'm going to be when I'll likely need it most) and they always say "OH SH*T" and run away like a kid caught messing with his neighbors daughter when the parents come home.
Word.
