NotThatGuy
12-27-2017, 02:11 PM
I mentioned years ago, that I had a cousin who became a coal-burner. I am not sure when it happened, at one point her and I were very close. I do believe she bought into the "niggers are just like us" shit that MTV and the media pushed on us during our teenage years. When she was about 20 she got married to her long-term boyfriend, really nice white guy from a wealthy family. I think my Aunt and Uncle easily spent about 70K on the wedding and reception. The marriage was over in 6 months. I moved away, lost touch with her, heard she was hanging out with niggers and became a hooker (wish I was joking), ended up having a crack baby with her pimp, who in turn beat her to the point of unconsciousness when she no longer could whore herself out, due to an issue with her devil chute getting twacked during delivery of said crack baby. She ended up in a rehab facility, left the mongrel with my Aunt and Uncle and soon vanished. No one had heard from her in a few years, I know she occasionally would stop by her parents long enough to either get money, steal their possessions, steal their medications and show a fake interest in her kid. I haven't seen her in at least 10 years.
So this year for Christmas, there was a rumor that Karen was going to be back around and that she was doing well. Initially I was going to host, but when my Aunt and Uncle started pestering me about her coming, I put my foot down. So they in turn decided to host. Now, my Aunt and Uncle are both in their late 70's, Karen was an "oops" baby, so she is 35 or so. Just setting the tone.
So we all are there and my Aunt is acting like Jesus is coming for dinner, all excited that Karen is coming and how she is doing really well and that she can't wait for us all to see her again. Karen's crack-baby son Billy, looks like a quadroon, but the kid is 14 now, easily weighs 250 pounds and stands roughly 6 feet tall. Constantly has a glazed look on his face, mouth is usually agape and has breath that makes a cow fart smell decent. Within 10 minutes of being there, he started getting weird with my daughter. I told him to leave her alone, you have to realize that my daughter has only met him once or twice before (thanks Mom and Dad) and Billy was acting like they were long lost sweethearts. I put a stop to it right quick and at one point cuffed Billy in the back of the head. He ran up to his room, screaming, knocking pictures off the wall on his way up. My Aunt said "Billy is really upset, you should go apologize NTG." I just laughed and said "He is mad because he is trying to molest my daughter, how about you discipline him once in a while and then we can have a conversation." My Uncle on the other hand just started laughing. About 10 minutes later, Billy came flying out of his room, dressed in a Spider-man suit that was at least 5 sizes too small and carrying a Nerf gun. I begged, pleaded and attempted to bribe him to take a picture, but he wasn't having it. I had tears running down my cheeks at this point, because this situation was so odd. He, in his nigger mind, decided the best course of action was to attempt to "snipe" me with said Nerf gun, then attack me while he was wearing the Spider-man suit, like it gave him some magical powers.
Before he could put his plan into action though, in walks Karen. With a buck and 2 small niglets trailing behind her. She looked like a typical burner, black puffy jacket, shitty dye job, Walmart's finest clothes and a Coach purse. The buck on the other hand was wearing a basketball jersey over a hoodie and skinny jeans. As they came in, I moved to the other end of the room. Billy now eyed his new targets. He ran up to his Mom, she in turn introduced him to his siblings (no one knew she had more kids) and her new Buck, his name was Clarence or Clancy, I can't remember. She brought him around to everyone, where he would stick his paw out, emulating human behavior and would say "how-da-do" to everyone. I am still confused if he was trying to say "how are you" or "howdy". By this point, Billy had lured the small half breeds to his room, where I am assuming he was molesting them or whatever it is that he was planning. Karen came up to me, gave me a quick hug and met my kids, then continued attempting to say hi to everyone else.
I looked at my girlfriend and said “We are leaving in 10 minutes, I am not sticking around and watching this shit show.” Most of my family were fawning all over Karen, saying how good she looked, how beautiful her kids were, how nice Clarence or whatever was. Literally tripping over themselves to compliment her. By that point I had enough so we took off.
Talked to my sister about what happened afterwards. Karen and Clarence got drunk, got into a fight, Karen struck my aunt who was trying to break up the fight. My Uncle in turn threw Karen, Clarence and the new brood out, which in turn made Clarence feel disrespected, who then threatened to come back and kill my Aunt and Uncle. Most of my family immediately started making up excuses for Karen, saying shit like “she had a rough life” “she is an addict” “none of this is her fault”. Just sickening how quick they jumped to make excuses for her and her shitty life decisions.
I don't think I will be coming to Christmas again.
So this year for Christmas, there was a rumor that Karen was going to be back around and that she was doing well. Initially I was going to host, but when my Aunt and Uncle started pestering me about her coming, I put my foot down. So they in turn decided to host. Now, my Aunt and Uncle are both in their late 70's, Karen was an "oops" baby, so she is 35 or so. Just setting the tone.
So we all are there and my Aunt is acting like Jesus is coming for dinner, all excited that Karen is coming and how she is doing really well and that she can't wait for us all to see her again. Karen's crack-baby son Billy, looks like a quadroon, but the kid is 14 now, easily weighs 250 pounds and stands roughly 6 feet tall. Constantly has a glazed look on his face, mouth is usually agape and has breath that makes a cow fart smell decent. Within 10 minutes of being there, he started getting weird with my daughter. I told him to leave her alone, you have to realize that my daughter has only met him once or twice before (thanks Mom and Dad) and Billy was acting like they were long lost sweethearts. I put a stop to it right quick and at one point cuffed Billy in the back of the head. He ran up to his room, screaming, knocking pictures off the wall on his way up. My Aunt said "Billy is really upset, you should go apologize NTG." I just laughed and said "He is mad because he is trying to molest my daughter, how about you discipline him once in a while and then we can have a conversation." My Uncle on the other hand just started laughing. About 10 minutes later, Billy came flying out of his room, dressed in a Spider-man suit that was at least 5 sizes too small and carrying a Nerf gun. I begged, pleaded and attempted to bribe him to take a picture, but he wasn't having it. I had tears running down my cheeks at this point, because this situation was so odd. He, in his nigger mind, decided the best course of action was to attempt to "snipe" me with said Nerf gun, then attack me while he was wearing the Spider-man suit, like it gave him some magical powers.
Before he could put his plan into action though, in walks Karen. With a buck and 2 small niglets trailing behind her. She looked like a typical burner, black puffy jacket, shitty dye job, Walmart's finest clothes and a Coach purse. The buck on the other hand was wearing a basketball jersey over a hoodie and skinny jeans. As they came in, I moved to the other end of the room. Billy now eyed his new targets. He ran up to his Mom, she in turn introduced him to his siblings (no one knew she had more kids) and her new Buck, his name was Clarence or Clancy, I can't remember. She brought him around to everyone, where he would stick his paw out, emulating human behavior and would say "how-da-do" to everyone. I am still confused if he was trying to say "how are you" or "howdy". By this point, Billy had lured the small half breeds to his room, where I am assuming he was molesting them or whatever it is that he was planning. Karen came up to me, gave me a quick hug and met my kids, then continued attempting to say hi to everyone else.
I looked at my girlfriend and said “We are leaving in 10 minutes, I am not sticking around and watching this shit show.” Most of my family were fawning all over Karen, saying how good she looked, how beautiful her kids were, how nice Clarence or whatever was. Literally tripping over themselves to compliment her. By that point I had enough so we took off.
Talked to my sister about what happened afterwards. Karen and Clarence got drunk, got into a fight, Karen struck my aunt who was trying to break up the fight. My Uncle in turn threw Karen, Clarence and the new brood out, which in turn made Clarence feel disrespected, who then threatened to come back and kill my Aunt and Uncle. Most of my family immediately started making up excuses for Karen, saying shit like “she had a rough life” “she is an addict” “none of this is her fault”. Just sickening how quick they jumped to make excuses for her and her shitty life decisions.
I don't think I will be coming to Christmas again.