Call Me Bwana
08-21-2017, 12:46 PM
A few years ago my best friend for over 50 years owned a tire and brake shop in downtown Los Angeles. Here is a story he told me a few years ago. It still cracks me up.
One day, he was out in his repair shop's parking lot changing the tire on something. Since LA is crawling with members of the negroid persuasion, it shouldn't be a surprise that a niglet would walk by. Nosy as usual, the niglet walks up to my friend, and says, "Hey Mista, wutchu fiddin' on doin'?
It never ceases to amaze me of the inability of the typical negro to master proper speech. Maybe someone on this list should "axe" them why that is.
:because
One day, he was out in his repair shop's parking lot changing the tire on something. Since LA is crawling with members of the negroid persuasion, it shouldn't be a surprise that a niglet would walk by. Nosy as usual, the niglet walks up to my friend, and says, "Hey Mista, wutchu fiddin' on doin'?
It never ceases to amaze me of the inability of the typical negro to master proper speech. Maybe someone on this list should "axe" them why that is.
:because