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(He'll still be sad)

The gay nigger said to the sad nigger "I think we should just be friends"... (All niggers are gay the sad nigger just got rejected) (He'll rape the gay nigger later anyway)

Drunk posting on telegram is the closest we will get to fantasy-esque taverns irl and if you disagree you're a nigger with no whimsy

Drunk posting on telegram is the closest we will get to fantasy-esque taverns irl and I think we should all appreciate that more

So the English equivalent of inner city wiggers, is called a Roadman, or Roadmen. The demographics in England have gotten so bad that the poor areas are spawning an ever more uniformed culture of His Majesty's version of the Colonial Wigger (present in most of the United States, Canada, Brazil, South Africa and to a lesser degree in Mexico and South America [it is unknown if there is a native wigger species in Australia]). The English Roadman, much like his counterpart across the pond in the Old Dominion, speaks in an incomprehensible manner to the average denizen of his habitation, let alone the broader public; who neither engage with nor understand the negroid subcultures from which the now Pan-Atlantic-Wigger draws expressional inspiration. The language, dubbed as MLE (Multicultural London English; though it is recognized across the islands' cities and urban areas as cohesive despite dialects being the norm), is a combination of Caribbean slave speak, lowclass Cockney blabber swearing, and a mælstrom of random gutter languages from brown parts of the world all tossed together like a faggots salad in a Weimar cabaret. The fashion is just Gopnik tracksuits with Atlanta nigger puffer coats capped with an English peasant bowl cut, usually garnished with a fannypack strapped across their chests. And obviously they all sport expensive sneakers. It's terrifying to most WNs that our enemies calculate their actions against us based on the scientific predictability of the Wiggers ability to be created or removed. Look at the gaudy and haggling nature of most other races that have seen ancient civilizational peaks but are now reduced to ruin; they all act like nigger kikes, wheeling and dealing over gold and material dumb shit. A gold chain to an Egyptian is a pair of Jordans to a Nubian is a walrus dick to a Han is a painting of Goku on the hood of an Aztecs beaner beater - and any large enough herd moves to similar patterns. A race is only as strong as it's ability to prevent wiggerfication of the lower orders.

Who keeps cutting down those poor metal trees? stahhhhp

When normies believe Musk is the first trillionaire but don’t know who own the banks

Me trying to remember that nigger Obama's last name

You're mad because your father entrusted Cedric the Brown to the petty starter quest and then claims you lacked the desire for questing thus resulting in your lack of loot.

"I ain't weak anymore!"

I'm sorry sir but we don't speak mudcrab!

Horrors beyond your wildest dreams in the world bazaar.

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The masculine urge to make an absolute public scene to desperately avoid any woman you see at the HomeDepot.

You mean tiny lobster with no butter flavor built in Diarrhea?

What's the difference between a bowling ball and a dead nigger baby? You can't unload a truck full of bowling balls with a pitchfork

A man was driving home from work one day when he saw his preacher walking on the side of the road. He figured he'd do a kind deed and offer his preacher a ride. He pulled over and said "evening Rev, need a ride?" The preacher accepted and got in the car. They continued on a ways and saw a nigger walking on the side of the road. Now this man, as I'm sure we can all relate to, loved running niggers over with his car. The problem was that he had the preacher in his car and he figured he probably wouldn't approve of running anyone over, not even a nigger. He contemplated the dilemma and came up with a plan: he'd close his eyes, hit the nigger, and pretend he had drifted off. As he got closer, he closed his eyes and heard a thump. He pretended to start awake and said "what happened? I must have drifted off, did I hit that ni- that fellow?" "Relax," the preacher said, "you were going to miss him but I got him with my door"

What's the difference between a dead nigger baby and a Reese's peanut butter cup? Reese's peanut butter cups stick to the roof of your mouth when you eat em