With the knowledge you’ve gained from FOX News, you offer him a god-blessed Snickers™ bar to improve
his condition with sugar. He instead plunges at you which causes you to fall down and shart yourself.
This is it; he must be messing around with you or something. You pull out your anti-semite killing
Colt and dump all your rounds on him and his old car, nigger style.
Now he lays on his seat motionless, looking down in your soul with his bloodshot, nigger a-like eyes.
You hear his Yankee blood dripping from the door panel.
Well, it was self defense, I guess.
You somehow feel guilty for what you’ve just done or howewer the driver is killed, America doesn’t
deserve such morons on its roads anyway. You hear police sirens in the distance; they arrived so
fast, adrenaline rushes through your veins.
What do you do now?
- You scratch your glorious sharted mutt booty and you try to find your lost brapdonalds burger in your dixie chariot because you can’t outrun the ZOG police without feasting on your daily goyslop. You think to yourself that (((they))) might have the answer for what has happened.
- pray tq trvmp
- Go to the mechanic to get the dent repaired or something
