Niggers are retarded. Yes, they are!

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Coontact Tale #1,051 (December 25, 2007)

When I was younger, I lived in a suburban neighborhood. My high school's nigger population was a single digit. I never had classes with them and I never talked to them so I never came to realize how unpleasant niggers can be.

Then I started college.

I moved into an apartment in Houston. The nigger population there is a lot larger than it is here, but I did not mind - at least not then. Having never been exposed to the realities of niggers, I went in unprepared.

The owners of the apartment complex were niggers. At first they presented a beautiful deal to me - the apartment was cheap, it gave me a first impression (it looked nicely maintained) and they promised free repair service and such. I loved it. The only catch? I had to sign a 1 year agreement and put down a $1,500 deposit. The rent was only $500 per month and the apartment had two bedrooms, two baths and a lot of space. The staff seemed friendly enough and it all seemed good so I went for it. My parents paid it off.

Three months later, I realized that I had been scammed. The apartment they showed me was only a "show" apartment - the one they gave me seemed fine but it was infested with all manner of pests, the plumbing sucked, and the electrical wiring posed hazards for my appliances and computer hardware. The repair plan did not cover pest control. They sent an electrician to fix the electrical but I was billed for the parts - the complex only covered labor. I had to spend hours demanding that management show me receipts for those parts, and they promised to do so, but never did. It took them a nice two weeks to fix my plumbing, and they did a horrid job at it. A review site that I saw for that apartment complex seemed to be flooded with faked positive reviews to counterbalance several negative reviews. I demanded that the leasing office return my deposit and compensate me for the repair bills - they refused to do so and cited the contract we signed. They did not back down until I had a good lawyer on my side. These people try to give potential tenants a great first impression and an impressive deal to lure them in - and they usually win.

After that experience, I still had not realized that niggers are unpleasant and manipulative. Niggers who attended my school, worked in places around the city, and otherwise lived throughout Houston were either amazingly lacking in hygiene, rude, hostile, obnoxious, thieving, or any combination of these.

I am now glad I left Houston and went elsewhere for graduate school. I am an engineering student and I have a GPA of a 4.0. I will soon earn my MEng. degree. I am not an ignorant/impressionable hick. Niggers and others who cannot fully integrate with mainstream society do not belong in it.

Coontact Tale #1,052 (December 25, 2007)

I was in Circuit City yesterday because I wanted to get my son a GPS navigation system for his car. I was looking at them when this cute Asian girl came over to help me. She was very knowledgeable and she explained the units to me. I had narrowed my pick to two units and she was contrasting them for me when suddenly this scrawny nigger employee comes up, steps between us and starts talking to the girl.

I said, "Hey! What are you doing?" It said, "Eyes da sissant manager an.." But before it could finish I said, "Good, you go SISTANT manage somewhere else, she's helping me right now!" The nigger is all, "sorry, sorry eyes didn't see ya" and slinks off. The girl rolled her eyes and smiled at me. I could tell she was embarrassed to have to work with lower primates. I told her, "Hey don't worry about that, now wrap up this one for me."

I left even in a better mood then when I came in. It's not every day you can find a great gift and tell a nigger off at the same time.


Coontact Tale #1,053 (December 25, 2007)

A funny thing happened on the way to the theater


not that many of you would go see I am Legend, but I took my nephews to the local theater in town this Sat. night. I never been, so I had no idea what was in store. The chimp experience was more entertaining than the movie.

We got there early to find we were the only YT's there, we were ok w/that as there were 3 of us. We learned later that the local YT's come on time to avoid the chimp outs. When we got in the chimps fought to be the first ones at the door, filed in to get their seats, we fell behind to watch the native action. Once the chimps were seated, the fun began, cell phone conversations, shut down ring tones as the "considerate" ones shut their phones off, if a pack of niggers came in, they broke off in couples , sat 3 rows apart then yelled across to each other, "yo, you trippin, gimme some dat pop-con!"

Then the movie began, the music only broken by the loud coughs of a cholera baby up front, which went on thru the movie till the nigress finally took it out when it wouldn't shut up.


The plot is that a viral airborne cancer cure has gone wrong and turned everyone into zombies except Will Smith, the sole survivor, a scientist who is immune and seeking a cure.

The funniest part of the nigger experience was when Will Smith is searching a dark zombie infested abandoned bank building for his runaway dog, he enters a dark room, and the zombies are howling and screeching. He enters another room, yelling to his dog , we gotta go now! The floor is littered with cash, $100. bills everywhere. You know the YT's on the theater were thinking "so what? everyone's dead!" it was sooo hilarious to hear every nigger in the theater ooohing and awing over the spilled money, one blurted out "shi - I be gon get dat munny, man!" Stupid monkey.

When Will Smith is examining a captured zombie he is attempting to cure, he makes a note that the patient is displaying "Typical Human Behaviour". (you KNOW what I was thinking at that moment, lol, if it were only that simple).


We sat and paid more attention to the chimps and sheboons comments to the movie. Amusing that when the lights came on, we realized that all the YT's were seated around us, I looked at my nephew and said look what we started!

Our night out at the zoo was quite entertaining! Afterwards I drove the kids home and we had plenty of amusing chimp anecdotes for my sister in law from the evening.

Not a Coontact Tale but this does go to show not everyone is brainwashed with the idea of multiculturalism.

I wasn't quite sure how to explain to my nephew about my experience with niggers so I said "hope you dont mind me calling them niggers" when he smiled and said in my college our codeword is "neighbors" cause it sounds like nigger but the niggers have no clue you are talking about them. Just thought I would pass this on, NIGGERS equals NEIGHBORS.


Coontact Tale #1,054 (December 25, 2007)

I was driving behind a nigger on the road, a big 2 lane road with traffic lights. It was about 5am and he stopped at a red light.

Niggers litter, it's just a fact. Almost every time I see them drive I see them litter, and they wonder why they live in the ghetto. So this nigger stops and throws a used lemon wedge out the window.

Why? 5am. Lemon wedge?

What could that have been for? Why can't niggers just throw their shit in a garbage can like everyone else? Stupid question.

Coontact Tale #1,055 (December 25, 2007)

Several years ago, I was the assistant manager in a Rent-to-Own chain store (Yeah, you can pretty much imagine.). The store only had five employees (all men, since you had to move furniture, appliances, etc., and all White), but I get the call from a Negress wanting a job.

"When can ah put in a job allication?"

"Sorry, ma'am, but we're not taking applications right now. We're fully staffed."

"Ah don't believe that! Ah thinks yo discrimminatin' against me?"

I asked the obvious. "How can I discrimminate against you if I don't even know who you are?"

"It's because I'm black!"

Well, that was obvious, but it was a slow day and I decided to have some fun. "Really? How do I know you're black? You're on the phone; I can't see you."

"Well..." (long pause) "Yo can just tell!"

"How can I tell what color you are? You're on the phone."

"Yo can tell by my voice! African 'mericans have a certain way of talking."

"Really? Well, I can't tell; you don't sound black to me."

"Well, ah am!"

"Well, ma'am, I guess I'll take your word for it if you say so, but we're still not taking applications."

She hung up on me...

Coontact Tale #1,056 (December 25, 2007)

Most of you probably know I work in Loss Prevention for a major chain of stores (at least for the moment). On my lunch break I sometimes wander out into the mall and see the sights and amuse myself with people.

One thing that is NOT amusing