First day back

I have been unemployed since black people thought Obama was baby jesus (tranny trick niggas!!)

My first day was uneventful. My feet felt as if they had been cartooned steam rolled but that

is par for the course. The ride home was the motherfucker. I noticed a homeless person at the

number 2 bus stop. She mentioned that “Johnny took my socks from the Y so I showed that

motherfucker how to get down!” Unfortunately I was too tired and cold to enjoy her crazy

ramblings. When I got on the bus there was one empty seat and no would sit in it. Guess what

was in the seat next to it? A another homeless person! It took me two seconds to realize why

no one would take seat next to Mr six coats but as I said before I was too tired and sore to

care and I thought to myself it was so cold that he couldn’t smell that bad right? WRONG!

FUCKING WRONG!!! This man smelled like a skunk’s taint and forty years of slow death by cheap

wine. I could smell the maddog through his pores. I still didn’t move. The young black sitting

across from took out some cologne and sprayed his neck to try and kill the smell before it reached

his nose. I didn’t work. When he got up his bottom was covered in urine and I got a fresher smell

of this man. I still didn’t moved. The next bus took even longer and some white guy who looked

like what carrot top will look in the future tried to impress upon me the tastiness of black pussy

(his words not mine) I was too cold and tired to even reply. It took me 2 hours and forty minutes

to get home and I still couldn’t fall to sleep right away. Fuck you Cota.

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