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I HATE NIGGERBEE
Submitted by Brextor
Fuck you niggerbee. Fuck you. Ever since the middle of last year you have been stalking me and my Cuban friend in which I will refer to as Mr. Tobacco.
Mr. Tobacco and I were sitting outside during lunch because inside the cafeteria had to many loud ass niggers and spics hooting and hollerin’ over bullshit like the latest Top 40’s or some shit. Fuck spics and their loud ass laugh, ESPECIALLY when it’s in an art room that echoes the fuck out of everything.
Wait, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, niggerbee.
Mr. Tobacco and I were sitting out eating lunch (Mr. Tobacco being a fucking anorexic eats only a solitary bag of chips), being pissed over everyone around us being loud as that one nigger riding his car through the neighborhood with bass at full volume at 2AM when all of a sudden, a bee came. It wasn’t an ordinary bee. It was a bee in a disgustingly fuzzy black color. And when it’s black, it either wants your money or wants to beat you up. Since I know I didn’t give any nigger any money ever I knew what he wanted.
All Hell broke loose when he busted through our first line of defense. The Hump Train Brigade.
I think back story is needed here. Those faggoty shit holes I named The Hump Train Brigade is a bunch of saggy wops who hi jacked our spot and we never get a moment’s peace. Why The Hump Train? Well they are the most lame brained faggots ever trying to be “Random” by saying “MONKEY POOP”, making a bullshit printout of those retarded “Rage Guy” comics and wearing it as a mask, oh, and there was a time they were all humping each other in a line while making choo choo sounds.
ANYWAYS, THTB being a shit brained dumbasses they are were completely oblivious to niggerbee, that clever nigger. It was just swerving left and right in a glorious flowing passion, I would’ve admired it for fucking with The brigade if it’s target weren’t… ME AND MR. TOBACCO.
Holy fuck how did niggerbee do it!? It’s probably because that nigga got swag:
Niggerbeeeeeeeee!!!!!
It’s not yellow, it’s not purple, pink or orange, IT’S A NIGGER! A MOTHERFUCKING NIGGER!
It was hot on our tail. It was coming at us, it’s the end of all of us. Mr. Tobacco was tripping and balls. I mean fucking tripping balls. I mean holy shit, did he inject 12 vials of heroin while second handing that pot smoke in the 15th building bathroom tripping balls. He was flipping right the fuck out!
As the neighborhood badass, I did was any sensible badass would do. I lifted up my dress and quickly put on my pink slippers to run away quickly while having a high pitch scream because my daddy told me to never bring home or date a nigger.
You sick fucks are probably imagining me in a dress right now. Fuck you. And fuck niggerbee.
That son of a bitch won’t leave us alone. Ever. He came back repeatedly. In fact 3 days ago was the latest in his hellfire path of destruction. Niggerbee!!!!
Anyways, this bitch is on the loose and if you happen to live in Florida can you do me a favor and get rid of this sum’bitch? If you get rid of him you get a reward of a free selection of my harem of wimminz and can take any of which home for three days and nights.
I hate niggerbee. He pissed me off so much that I ripped of Mr. Tobacco’s dick and fed it to a pack of jackals.
Thanks to niggerbee I can’t sit outside knowing he’s there, so I get my wolf obsessed friend to sit in front of me. Fuck you niggerbee, and the chaos you cause.
Actually, you fuck with the hump train, you get into my circle.
No wait, you fucked with, fuck you and whatever bastardous hive you came from, stupid buzzing fuck head. I hope you die getting your wings clipped.
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