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On that note, "moon cricket" is pretty amazing.
A slur so mild and harmless that anyone getting upset about it inevitably looks like a thin-skinned moron.
I used to play basketball at this rec center about 15 years ago that had around a 50/50 mix of Whites & niggers playing ball at most times, with a sprinkling of beaners and slopes here and there too.
When I first started going there, I could see that the niggers typically ran the gym because the Whites and others were too intimidated by all the jungle noises and potential chimpouts they indicated, but I was already fairly used to dealing with the negroidus watermelonus species at this point and knew that most of that shit was empty bluster. I was always a good athlete and basketball player, mostly because I played physical and relentless defense. So as soon as I started playing at this rec center, I made it my business to man whoever the "best" nigger was on the other team, and more often than not shut them the fuck down.
One of the early games I had brought two of my friends with me, one a 6'7 corn-fed good ol boy from Oklahoma who played Junior College ball, the other a dude who was about my height (6'2) but could shoot the hell out of the ball, far better than I or most others in the average rec center could. All three of us in good shape and anyone with eyes could see we hold our own.
Long story short I can tell I'm getting under this nigger's skin because he is used to running over and through White guys too timid to call him on his nigger ways or even try to play proper defense. At one point he intercepted a bad pass and had basically a breakaway layup, but I chased him down and blocked him from behind off the bottom of the backboard. He fucking flops and says "dis cracka fouled me!" and I said "bullshit nigger, you've been getting shut the fuck down and can't take it" so of course upon hearing it's signal word to chimpout, the nigger gets in my face asking if I want to fight, I just popped him in the sternum with an open hand knife-edge strike, and the nigger folded up like a lawn chair.
The other niggers on his team initially ran over like they were going to do something but I think the presence of my big Okie friend at my back dissuaded any thoughts of reprisal, when nigger #1 eventually got back up there were no more words exchanged or nigger bullshit in any of our future games. Granted they would mostly go back to their typical niggery ways when me and my friends were not there, but that's the point of this story and a lesson I've proven repeatedly in my life:
niggers don't want a fair fight. They want victims that they can gang up on with no potential counter-attack. When faced with even odds, or just slightly less than overwhelming numbers on their side, they usually back down because they are fucking cowards. They also have glass jaws and are easy as fuck to put down with just light-mid power strikes from hands, elbows, knees, and kicks.
A slur so mild and harmless that anyone getting upset about it inevitably looks like a thin-skinned moron.
It's like calling faggots "light in the loafers".
When I first started going there, I could see that the niggers typically ran the gym because the Whites and others were too intimidated by all the jungle noises and potential chimpouts they indicated, but I was already fairly used to dealing with the negroidus watermelonus species at this point and knew that most of that shit was empty bluster. I was always a good athlete and basketball player, mostly because I played physical and relentless defense. So as soon as I started playing at this rec center, I made it my business to man whoever the "best" nigger was on the other team, and more often than not shut them the fuck down.
One of the early games I had brought two of my friends with me, one a 6'7 corn-fed good ol boy from Oklahoma who played Junior College ball, the other a dude who was about my height (6'2) but could shoot the hell out of the ball, far better than I or most others in the average rec center could. All three of us in good shape and anyone with eyes could see we hold our own.
Long story short I can tell I'm getting under this nigger's skin because he is used to running over and through White guys too timid to call him on his nigger ways or even try to play proper defense. At one point he intercepted a bad pass and had basically a breakaway layup, but I chased him down and blocked him from behind off the bottom of the backboard. He fucking flops and says "dis cracka fouled me!" and I said "bullshit nigger, you've been getting shut the fuck down and can't take it" so of course upon hearing it's signal word to chimpout, the nigger gets in my face asking if I want to fight, I just popped him in the sternum with an open hand knife-edge strike, and the nigger folded up like a lawn chair.
The other niggers on his team initially ran over like they were going to do something but I think the presence of my big Okie friend at my back dissuaded any thoughts of reprisal, when nigger #1 eventually got back up there were no more words exchanged or nigger bullshit in any of our future games. Granted they would mostly go back to their typical niggery ways when me and my friends were not there, but that's the point of this story and a lesson I've proven repeatedly in my life:
niggers don't want a fair fight. They want victims that they can gang up on with no potential counter-attack. When faced with even odds, or just slightly less than overwhelming numbers on their side, they usually back down because they are fucking cowards. They also have glass jaws and are easy as fuck to put down with just light-mid power strikes from hands, elbows, knees, and kicks.