Anytime, brother.
Anytime, brother.
Had taken a break from coontact tales for a while, this one I had to post:
Read this and weep.
Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 18:50:23 +0100 Newsgroups: misc.legal Subject: My Nigger Nightmare- Advice Needed
I am posting this anonymously as Im unsure that I want my identity revealed. This story is 100 true. Help us please.
My wifes father died a few years ago. He was a business owner, worked hard and lived modestly. He succumbed to heart disease after living 72 years. He was always a kind and generous person. What no one really knew was the size of the fortune he had squirreled away over the years. His entire estate was split between his wife, who unfortunately has Alzheimers, and his two daughters. Which leads me to this problem.
A black man impregnated my wifes sister Tammy when she was 19. Her parents were heartbroken when they first learned that their grandson was a nigger. The boyfriend Antoine, fell off the face of the earth after the kid was born. Her parents were always very kind and supported her, providing for her financially as she needed it. She never finished college, and worked menial jobs to help support herself and this little bastard black baby. More than a few times I heard Tammy make comments about her racist dad. At the time I though I was a liberal, and I guess in a way I sided with Tammy. I even tried to explain to her that her father grew up in a time where that sort of thing was socially acceptable.
Fast forward 6 years. Dad dies, her mother needs full-time care in a nursing home (she lived with us for while) and both my wife and Tammy inherit a considerable sum of money. Tammy never owned her own home. With her inheritance she purchased a beautiful 4,000 square foot house with 4 bedrooms for cash. We also helped her purchase 2 annuities, one for her and one for her son, which pays her a nice income. She bought a nice car, a Lincoln Navigator, and lots of toys, like home theater with a huge projection TV and sophisticated sound system, which I had a lot of fun helping her purchase and install.
Somehow, Antoine, the old boyfriend shows up again. He said he had some problems with drugs, but hes over it now and wants to take care of his son. My wife pleaded with Tammy not to let this guy back in her life, but she insisted that Antoine was a changed man. Mind you, this guy never paid one penny of child support and I dont think hes ever had a real job. They met in college he was there on a scholarship. Anyway, Tammy takes him back and he moves in with her. I saw them briefly, just before he moved in, and Tammy seemed happy.
My wife and I went out to see them last week. I have NEVER in my life imagined things could go so bad so quickly. We took a limo from the airport to her house.
Upon arriving the first thing I notice is the very expensive landscaping is completely unkempt. The lawn doesnt look like it had been cut for 6 weeks. The gardens and shrubbery are infested with weeds. Some piece of shit Acura is with gold rims is parked on the street. One of the garage doors has a huge dent in it. The wooden bin for holding garbage is overflowing with hastily stuffed hefty bags. There are empty cases of beer stacked up in front of the busted garage door. Another piece of shit nogmobile is parked in the driveway.
We get inside the house. Its TOTALLY trashed. The first thing I notice is that the door to the bathroom door is cracked. It looks like a linebacker ran into it full speed. The coat closet in the foyer is stuffed with hefty bags of raggedy old clothes. Im not sure if this is dirty laundry or nigger suitcases, and it STINKS. There are FOUR nigger babies in family room. I also notice the huge TV is gone, replaced with some piece of shit TV sitting on MILK CRATES. There are toys strewn everywhere and they look new. There are videos games somehow hooked up to the TV and two of the nigglets are fighting over it. What the fuck is going on here? Tammy comes to greet us and she looks like she hasnt slept in 5 days. She apologizes that the place is such a mess, and that she thought we were coming on Saturday, when I tell her it IS Saturday.
There are filthy dishes with decaying food in them on virtually every surface. I can smell spoiled milk. The nigger babies are filthy, and one of them is still in diapers, just diapers. I notice what appears to be a nigger baby shit stain on the finely upholstered sectional sofa. The fucking video game is turned up so loud that I can barely hear myself talking.
It gets better! I open the door to the bathroom, the one with the cracked door, and am totally shocked when I see that the beautiful designer pedestal sink is broken. Im not talking about a broken knob, the fucking sink has a chunk of porcelain smashed out of it, and its lying on the floor under the sink, and I can see that someone tried to glue it together! I gagged when I realized that the toilet has been turned off, and Im not sure why, but it is full of human waste. Thats right, somebody crapped in the busted toilet and just left it there. This house has 4 fucking bathrooms! I heard Tammy mumble something about the bathroom being broken. I keep thinking this must just be a bad dream.
I hear my wife let out a gasp as she walks into the kitchen. There is one of those little baby gates across the kitchen doorway, which looks like it had been broken off and then DUCT TAPED back on. I go to open it and the thing just falls off. The kitchen is also completely trashed. Her Viking stove has a black cast iron frying pan full of bacon fat on it. There are two more pots on the stove, one has something that looks like week old Chili in it. The garbage is over flowing. Every inch of counter space has stuff on it. On one counter there is a boom box and a bunch of CDs. The kitchen table is covered with empty fast food containers, over flowing ashtrays, and chicken bones. There are beer bottles everywhere. I also see one her salad master pots (very expensive cookware) had been used to cool champagne, the empty bottle sitting in the pot still full of water. Even though there is a built in microwave, there is a piece of shit microwave plugged into an extension cord on one of the granite counters.
My wife is making some sort of feeble attempt to clean up, Im not sure why. I tell her that I think we better have a talk with Tammy. Right around this time, Antoine greets me. He walks into the kitchen in a sweatshirt and boxer sorts and mumbles some sort of niggeresh that I dont understand. He oesnt shake my hand, he instead tries to tap my fist with his, and spews a little more niggerbabble about "bean sorra da howse beez suck a mess, " but "iz awl good". He tried to flash me a toothy nigger smile, but I cant understand the black talk, and this guy looks like hes high. My wife and I are both in shock. A little more niggerbabble came out of his turd lips, something to the effect of "uze wans sum brefast?" Its 1:30 in the afternoon.
I really didnt want to see anymore. I took Antoines invitation as my cue to get the hell out of there. I told him we were going to take Tammy to breakfast, and quickly ushered her and my wife out of the kitchen towards the garage. A little more niggerbabble, something to the effect of "doan be dat way" spewed out of Antoines lips. I ignored him and told Tammy to get her keys. I practically had to shove her to get her to move. I found the keys, grabbed my wife and Tammy and headed through the door leading into the garage.
More nigger stuff. The garage bay with the dented door was stacked up with what looked like broken down garage sale furniture. I noticed that the wheels on the Lincoln Navigator had been replaced with gold pimp car rims. There were fucking neon lights on the bottom of the SUV. The inside of the truck smelled like an ashtray. The floor was strewn with fast food wrappers and there was beer in the cup holders. The seats were reclined back so far that I couldnt see how a human could drive. There was a garter hanging from the rear view mirror, and I almost went complete deaf when I turned the key as my wife was loading Tammy into the back seat. This thundering boom emanated from this gigantic speaker thing that occupied the back of the truck.
This HAS TO be a bad dream I thought, as I started the car and fumbled with the buttons to open the garage door. Tammy told me that the door opener was broken, and she got out of the car and manually opened the door. Antoine and one of the nigglets were standing in the doorway now Antoine seemed to be holding his dick. He wanted to come with us, but I told him we would be back soon.
My wife turned towards Tammy in the back seat and she looked like she was crying now. She kept saying "Im sorry, Im sorry" , over and over again. I asked her if there was a place we could go sit down and talk. We found our way to a diner and sat down. Im sure I was trembling, and I could see my wife was in total shock. I remember the look on Tammys face when I finally blurted out "What the FUCK happened, Tammy?"
I started to get the story. It seems that Antoine had moved in with Tammy as soon as he somehow found out that she came into a little bit of money. We knew that he had a problem with drugs, but Tammy had previously assured us that he was clean and sober. The clean and sober thing only lasted a few weeks. This is what actually happened:
First the nigger moves in and after a couple of months, Antoine invited his welfare mammy to move in with them she had been evicted from her housing project apartment. The nigger mammy showed up with 3 niglet grandchildren she was taking care of Antoines sister was in jail. The sister, name Tonicia or some nigger name, came back to get her kids after she got out of jail, and saw the comfy living at Antoines new place. What Antoine failed to mention to Tammy was that nigger mammy and sis are both crack heads. Before long Tammy was smoking crack and letting Antoine spend her $4,000/month annuity checks because Antoine was a "financial planner". He even convinced her to get him a Visa, Mastercard and American Express card on her account! He started spending money on toys for all the little niglets, clothes, pimping out the car, (she says that he almost convinced her to lease him a Lexus, but thank god the leasing company turned them down!) Pretty soon the 4K a month she was getting for living expenses wasnt enough to cover the credit card bills Antoine was racking up on her credit. The $8,000 projection HDTV went to buy more crack, and provided Antoine with some spending cash. The busted up bathroom was from some of Antoines boys getting a little rowdy at a party.
Before long the boyfriends of Tonicia and the nigger welfare mammy are showing up at the house to party. As Tammy broke down and started telling us everything, it even turned out that the kids werent all Tonicas but one of them was another of Antoine illegitimate bastard nigger babies. Apparently on more than one occasion Antoine let his buddies use my sister-in-law sexually. She was pregnant again and did not know who the father was. She was also addicted now to crack cocaine.
Up until this point in my life I always believed that a person should not be judged by the color of his skin, but the content of his character. Now I just plain hate niggers in every way.
What happened next: We did get Antoine out of the house with the help of the State Police. Tammy went to a drug rehab and we took little Antoine (the niglet baby) to stay with us for a while. Tammy has been away from drugs for a little more than a year. Antoine spent a little time in jail (I will have to tell you the story about how we got him out of the house another day that was an adventure in itself. ) but now he is back.
He is somehow demanding shared custody of the baby, and even more bizarrely child support. Tammy now has a restraining order on him, but is still living in the house. The other day he showed up again. Im not sure what to do next. The nigger mammy also is trying to claim we owe her money, because after the police came and arrested them, we threw all of her crack head junk furniture, clothes, etc out. I keep telling Tammy to sell the house and move to another state, but she says this is where all of her sober friends live.
I guess the advice Im seeking is what do I do about these niggers? Is it time for Antoine to get a birdshot enema? What about the nigger welfare mammy who is trying to sue for damages? She is claming her junk was worth $15,000 and has a nigger lawyer trying to recover damages. Does ANYONE have ANY advice, comments or suggestions? Anything you can do to help would be greatly appreciated!!
My friends,
I received the following email, from MWN, with advice he would offer the above afflicted citizen and found it worthy to be included.
Thank you MWN
Dear Afflicted Citizen,
The only real way to deal with the situation of Antoine and the black baby is to disown your sister-in-law. The real problem is that when she received a black joint in her vagina, and consequently conceived therefrom, she became a Nigger by irrevocable choice. The same critical thinking applies to homosexuality. If a person only performs one homosexual deed, just one in a lifetime, then that individual may be correctly characterized as a homosexual.
The legal ramifications are somewhat complicated, but since there seems to be money at stake that even Nigger crackhead Antoine has not yet smoked, to protect property in your family, it is necessary to draw up a will that praetermits your sister-in-law, Antoine and any Nigger offspring. What that means is that you name these people in your will and leave them each a dollar, stating the reason for the niggardly inheritance. You can even go so far as to try to regain your sister-in-law's remaining inheritance, the annuity, et cetera for mental incompetence, but that would involve you with Niggers, which is what you really want to avoid. Some things are not worth money. As for that Nigger who wants fifteen large for the crap you threw out, give her a nuisance settlement of $500, five crisp one hundred dollar bills. She will get so stoned that she will forget the whole matter.
It is impossible to reverse devolution, which is what Tammy did when she encased a black cock in her cunt and then pushed out another criminal nine months later. She will never change. If Antoine disappears, his alter ego will appear, another Nigger Crackhead, a Denny's Grand Slammer, waving another black cock at civilization.
Cut your losses now because you can never win with Niggers. Look at Coontact 265 in which a seemingly lucrative business relationship turns into a mutual confrontation with the IRS.
All the best in your Nigger-free future.
MWN
Had taken a break from coontact tales for a while, this one I had to post:
Read this and weep.
Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 18:50:23 +0100
Newsgroups: misc.legal
Subject: My Nigger Nightmare- Advice Needed
I am posting this anonymously as Im unsure that I want my identity revealed. This story is 100 true. Help us please.
My wifes father died a few years ago. He was a business owner, worked hard and lived modestly. He succumbed to heart disease after living 72 years. He was always a kind and generous person. What no one really knew was the size of the fortune he had squirreled away over the years. His entire estate was split between his wife, who unfortunately has Alzheimers, and his two daughters. Which leads me to this problem.
A black man impregnated my wifes sister Tammy when she was 19. Her parents were heartbroken when they first learned that their grandson was a nigger. The boyfriend Antoine, fell off the face of the earth after the kid was born. Her parents were always very kind and supported her, providing for her financially as she needed it. She never finished college, and worked menial jobs to help support herself and this little bastard black baby. More than a few times I heard Tammy make comments about her racist dad. At the time I though I was a liberal, and I guess in a way I sided with Tammy. I even tried to explain to her that her father grew up in a time where that sort of thing was socially acceptable.
Fast forward 6 years. Dad dies, her mother needs full-time care in a nursing home (she lived with us for while) and both my wife and Tammy inherit a considerable sum of money. Tammy never owned her own home. With her inheritance she purchased a beautiful 4,000 square foot house with 4 bedrooms for cash. We also helped her purchase 2 annuities, one for her and one for her son, which pays her a nice income. She bought a nice car, a Lincoln Navigator, and lots of toys, like home theater with a huge projection TV and sophisticated sound system, which I had a lot of fun helping her purchase and install.
Somehow, Antoine, the old boyfriend shows up again. He said he had some problems with drugs, but hes over it now and wants to take care of his son. My wife pleaded with Tammy not to let this guy back in her life, but she insisted that Antoine was a changed man. Mind you, this guy never paid one penny of child support and I dont think hes ever had a real job. They met in college he was there on a scholarship. Anyway, Tammy takes him back and he moves in with her. I saw them briefly, just before he moved in, and Tammy seemed happy.
My wife and I went out to see them last week. I have NEVER in my life imagined things could go so bad so quickly. We took a limo from the airport to her house.
Upon arriving the first thing I notice is the very expensive landscaping is completely unkempt. The lawn doesnt look like it had been cut for 6 weeks. The gardens and shrubbery are infested with weeds. Some piece of shit Acura is with gold rims is parked on the street. One of the garage doors has a huge dent in it. The wooden bin for holding garbage is overflowing with hastily stuffed hefty bags. There are empty cases of beer stacked up in front of the busted garage door. Another piece of shit nogmobile is parked in the driveway.
We get inside the house. Its TOTALLY trashed. The first thing I notice is that the door to the bathroom door is cracked. It looks like a linebacker ran into it full speed. The coat closet in the foyer is stuffed with hefty bags of raggedy old clothes. Im not sure if this is dirty laundry or nigger suitcases, and it STINKS. There are FOUR nigger babies in family room. I also notice the huge TV is gone, replaced with some piece of shit TV sitting on MILK CRATES. There are toys strewn everywhere and they look new. There are videos games somehow hooked up to the TV and two of the nigglets are fighting over it. What the fuck is going on here? Tammy comes to greet us and she looks like she hasnt slept in 5 days. She apologizes that the place is such a mess, and that she thought we were coming on Saturday, when I tell her it IS Saturday.
There are filthy dishes with decaying food in them on virtually every surface. I can smell spoiled milk. The nigger babies are filthy, and one of them is still in diapers, just diapers. I notice what appears to be a nigger baby shit stain on the finely upholstered sectional sofa. The fucking video game is turned up so loud that I can barely hear myself talking.
It gets better! I open the door to the bathroom, the one with the cracked door, and am totally shocked when I see that the beautiful designer pedestal sink is broken. Im not talking about a broken knob, the fucking sink has a chunk of porcelain smashed out of it, and its lying on the floor under the sink, and I can see that someone tried to glue it together! I gagged when I realized that the toilet has been turned off, and Im not sure why, but it is full of human waste. Thats right, somebody crapped in the busted toilet and just left it there. This house has 4 fucking bathrooms! I heard Tammy mumble something about the bathroom being broken. I keep thinking this must just be a bad dream.
I hear my wife let out a gasp as she walks into the kitchen. There is one of those little baby gates across the kitchen doorway, which looks like it had been broken off and then DUCT TAPED back on. I go to open it and the thing just falls off. The kitchen is also completely trashed. Her Viking stove has a black cast iron frying pan full of bacon fat on it. There are two more pots on the stove, one has something that looks like week old Chili in it. The garbage is over flowing. Every inch of counter space has stuff on it. On one counter there is a boom box and a bunch of CDs. The kitchen table is covered with empty fast food containers, over flowing ashtrays, and chicken bones. There are beer bottles everywhere. I also see one her salad master pots (very expensive cookware) had been used to cool champagne, the empty bottle sitting in the pot still full of water. Even though there is a built in microwave, there is a piece of shit microwave plugged into an extension cord on one of the granite counters.
My wife is making some sort of feeble attempt to clean up, Im not sure why. I tell her that I think we better have a talk with Tammy. Right around this time, Antoine greets me. He walks into the kitchen in a sweatshirt and boxer sorts and mumbles some sort of niggeresh that I dont understand. He oesnt shake my hand, he instead tries to tap my fist with his, and spews a little more niggerbabble about "bean sorra da howse beez suck a mess, " but "iz awl good". He tried to flash me a toothy nigger smile, but I cant understand the black talk, and this guy looks like hes high. My wife and I are both in shock. A little more niggerbabble came out of his turd lips, something to the effect of "uze wans sum brefast?" Its 1:30 in the afternoon.
I really didnt want to see anymore. I took Antoines invitation as my cue to get the hell out of there. I told him we were going to take Tammy to breakfast, and quickly ushered her and my wife out of the kitchen towards the garage. A little more niggerbabble, something to the effect of "doan be dat way" spewed out of Antoines lips. I ignored him and told Tammy to get her keys. I practically had to shove her to get her to move. I found the keys, grabbed my wife and Tammy and headed through the door leading into the garage.
More nigger stuff. The garage bay with the dented door was stacked up with what looked like broken down garage sale furniture. I noticed that the wheels on the Lincoln Navigator had been replaced with gold pimp car rims. There were fucking neon lights on the bottom of the SUV. The inside of the truck smelled like an ashtray. The floor was strewn with fast food wrappers and there was beer in the cup holders. The seats were reclined back so far that I couldnt see how a human could drive. There was a garter hanging from the rear view mirror, and I almost went complete deaf when I turned the key as my wife was loading Tammy into the back seat. This thundering boom emanated from this gigantic speaker thing that occupied the back of the truck.
This HAS TO be a bad dream I thought, as I started the car and fumbled with the buttons to open the garage door. Tammy told me that the door opener was broken, and she got out of the car and manually opened the door. Antoine and one of the nigglets were standing in the doorway now Antoine seemed to be holding his dick. He wanted to come with us, but I told him we would be back soon.
My wife turned towards Tammy in the back seat and she looked like she was crying now. She kept saying "Im sorry, Im sorry" , over and over again. I asked her if there was a place we could go sit down and talk. We found our way to a diner and sat down. Im sure I was trembling, and I could see my wife was in total shock. I remember the look on Tammys face when I finally blurted out "What the FUCK happened, Tammy?"
I started to get the story. It seems that Antoine had moved in with Tammy as soon as he somehow found out that she came into a little bit of money. We knew that he had a problem with drugs, but Tammy had previously assured us that he was clean and sober. The clean and sober thing only lasted a few weeks. This is what actually happened:
First the nigger moves in and after a couple of months, Antoine invited his welfare mammy to move in with them she had been evicted from her housing project apartment. The nigger mammy showed up with 3 niglet grandchildren she was taking care of Antoines sister was in jail. The sister, name Tonicia or some nigger name, came back to get her kids after she got out of jail, and saw the comfy living at Antoines new place. What Antoine failed to mention to Tammy was that nigger mammy and sis are both crack heads. Before long Tammy was smoking crack and letting Antoine spend her $4,000/month annuity checks because Antoine was a "financial planner". He even convinced her to get him a Visa, Mastercard and American Express card on her account! He started spending money on toys for all the little niglets, clothes, pimping out the car, (she says that he almost convinced her to lease him a Lexus, but thank god the leasing company turned them down!) Pretty soon the 4K a month she was getting for living expenses wasnt enough to cover the credit card bills Antoine was racking up on her credit. The $8,000 projection HDTV went to buy more crack, and provided Antoine with some spending cash. The busted up bathroom was from some of Antoines boys getting a little rowdy at a party.
Before long the boyfriends of Tonicia and the nigger welfare mammy are showing up at the house to party. As Tammy broke down and started telling us everything, it even turned out that the kids werent all Tonicas but one of them was another of Antoine illegitimate bastard nigger babies. Apparently on more than one occasion Antoine let his buddies use my sister-in-law sexually. She was pregnant again and did not know who the father was. She was also addicted now to crack cocaine.
Up until this point in my life I always believed that a person should not be judged by the color of his skin, but the content of his character. Now I just plain hate niggers in every way.
What happened next: We did get Antoine out of the house with the help of the State Police. Tammy went to a drug rehab and we took little Antoine (the niglet baby) to stay with us for a while. Tammy has been away from drugs for a little more than a year. Antoine spent a little time in jail (I will have to tell you the story about how we got him out of the house another day that was an adventure in itself. ) but now he is back.
He is somehow demanding shared custody of the baby, and even more bizarrely child support. Tammy now has a restraining order on him, but is still living in the house. The other day he showed up again. Im not sure what to do next. The nigger mammy also is trying to claim we owe her money, because after the police came and arrested them, we threw all of her crack head junk furniture, clothes, etc out. I keep telling Tammy to sell the house and move to another state, but she says this is where all of her sober friends live.
I guess the advice Im seeking is what do I do about these niggers? Is it time for Antoine to get a birdshot enema? What about the nigger welfare mammy who is trying to sue for damages? She is claming her junk was worth $15,000 and has a nigger lawyer trying to recover damages. Does ANYONE have ANY advice, comments or suggestions? Anything you can do to help would be greatly appreciated!!
My friends,
I received the following email, from MWN, with advice he would offer the above afflicted citizen and found it worthy to be included.
Thank you MWN
Dear Afflicted Citizen,
The only real way to deal with the situation of Antoine and the black baby is to disown your sister-in-law. The real problem is that when she received a black joint in her vagina, and consequently conceived therefrom, she became a Nigger by irrevocable choice. The same critical thinking applies to homosexuality. If a person only performs one homosexual deed, just one in a lifetime, then that individual may be correctly characterized as a homosexual.
The legal ramifications are somewhat complicated, but since there seems to be money at stake that even Nigger crackhead Antoine has not yet smoked, to protect property in your family, it is necessary to draw up a will that praetermits your sister-in-law, Antoine and any Nigger offspring. What that means is that you name these people in your will and leave them each a dollar, stating the reason for the niggardly inheritance. You can even go so far as to try to regain your sister-in-law's remaining inheritance, the annuity, et cetera for mental incompetence, but that would involve you with Niggers, which is what you really want to avoid. Some things are not worth money. As for that Nigger who wants fifteen large for the crap you threw out, give her a nuisance settlement of $500, five crisp one hundred dollar bills. She will get so stoned that she will forget the whole matter.
It is impossible to reverse devolution, which is what Tammy did when she encased a black cock in her cunt and then pushed out another criminal nine months later. She will never change. If Antoine disappears, his alter ego will appear, another Nigger Crackhead, a Denny's Grand Slammer, waving another black cock at civilization.
Cut your losses now because you can never win with Niggers. Look at Coontact 265 in which a seemingly lucrative business relationship turns into a mutual confrontation with the IRS.
All the best in your Nigger-free future.
MWN
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