Have you ever eaten at a nigger's house? How was it?
Have you ever eaten at a nigger's house? How was it?
Juan Stewart
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Kevin Butler
i got my dick sucked by a black girl when i was in high school.
her dad came home and kicked me out of the house and i never went with her again.
Benjamin Gray
dumb frogposter
Dylan Watson
I've had soul food before, it was delicious
Ryder Wilson
My wife's daughter eats over at Tyrone's house all the time. She enjoys it. My wife even goes sometimes.
Nathan Perry
>brother is around thirteen
>goes over to a black kid's house because he plays drums and my brother plays bass
>gets asked if he would like something to drink
>brother asks for Kool aid
>grandma pipes up "OH BECAUSE WE'RE BLACK WE GOT KOOL AID HUH"
>brother, undaunted by intimidation, cites that he saw Kool Aid in the fridge earlier
>grandmother respects him for not backing down
Anyway no, I live in a honkey state so I don't have any black friends
Caleb Wilson
I used to date a 6' tall gorgeous jamaican girl. She was great at frying chicken and making vegetables and potatoes. One of the more passionate lovers I've had also.
Easton Campbell
My apartment neighbors in college were a family of straight inner city hood niggers. The old lady fried chicken on Sundays and I would sometimes get invited over to lunch. It was fucking delicious.
Jeremiah Collins
Do they share a bull?
Asher Garcia
Ever went over a friends house to eat
And the food just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed,
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie
And you say that you already ate
And your friend says "Man, there's plenty of food"
So you pile some more on your plate
While the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin'
Of the moment that it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin'
Into something that looks like cheese
Oh so you say "That's it, I gotta leave this place
I don't care what these people think,
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks"
So you bust out the door while it's still closed
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief
From a bottle of Kaopectate