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.

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.

MERRY CHRISTMAS NIGGERMANIACS. I HOPE YOU HAVE A HAPPY AND NIGGER FREE HOLIDAY!!!

A funny thing happened on the way to the theater

!! MOVIE SPOILER ALERT !!

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.

*SPOILER*

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).

*END SPOILER*

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.

-SiCkofitall

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.

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...

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 however is the presence of Nigger (what I call) street vendors. The trend these days is to use higher pressure sales when walking through the mall. In this mall in particular they love to hire persian (Iranian) women to do this as you are less likely to turn them down since some of them are quite lovely. However, a few of the stands must not have been able to hire attractive girls...probably the hiring pool went "out of stock" on them.

Instead they have hired some buck niggers to take their place. These coons consistently do typical nigger behavior. They are told to approach people, be friendly and engage in conversation. Most of them don't....that's a good thing of course. As soon as their manager walks away they sit on their asses or start stealing from the little stand that they work at. They be talkin' on they cellphone an shit. When their manager's are around they frighten the human mall walkers by approaching them.

I was sitting at a table in the food court observing this. Human beings have instincts and they know an aggressive monkey when they see one. The filthy animal would approach them, hunched over looking ready to grab the shopper's purse and she visibly recoiled....EVERY single one did. Even people who have been brainwashed into thinking racism is a bad thing...cannot stop their instinctive reaction to a dangerous monkey. NONE of them that I saw during this moment ever stopped to listen to the ape's sales nigger-babble.

The nigger babble would sound something like this
"Canz I axe you's a querssshh-tone?"
"Yous be habin' a minit fos me?"
and the classic
"Hey, maing, wus up? Let me holla at yous fo' a minit!"

Some people would ignore it completely and it would mumble some other nigger-babble half under it's breath ...most of the time cursing people for not wanting to be around the dirty ape...but sometimes it would actively go after the women that would ignore it when "muh dik" called.

Mall Security by a concerned store employee (me) and was told of it's shenanigans. They reported it to the owner of the little stand and I came out for my next break and lo and behold...the owner was manning the little stand and the coon was no where to be seen. Hopefully they put it back in the cage where it belongs.

Essentially, my neighbour to the left on my side is a a purebred ape. About 2 yrs ago he built an illegal driveway that was not paid for and approved by the council. Aside for odd 'howls' and laughter at as late as bloody 2am sometimes hes been really annoying (along with his sheboon and annoyin bastard kid whos 15 or so and not his). Constantly knocking at my door when some person has parked in front of his place and once even interrupted a backyard party I had with TNB yellin about someones 'bimmer' parked in front of his place, turns out it was none of my guests. A friend of mine was visiting me to drop some books off and prolly just parked there in his car for 2 mins when the black bastard came running out and cursing! Little did he know he was about 2 mins away from a shotgun in the face as my mate was out skeet shooting, legal arm mind you unlike the typical nigger weapon. So I finally stopped being nice, reported the driveway and also had his untaxed car clamped by a mate in the council prolly by his mates who look for that kind of stuff, so he's got that and a possible fine or has to pay the council, either way its gonna cost him over a grand, merry christmas sambo!

I needed to get a pack of smokes, and some juice, but I went a little out of the way, because a few stores were closed today.

I pull in to a seven eleven that I never go to. as soon as I opened the door, I notice a very large she-boon (about 300 lbs.) wearing a santa cap. It had the radio on, and was dancing to some kind of "soul" she-boon in heat "music".

I went the back to the cooler, got my juice and proceed to the counter to get cigarettes and pay.

Instant attitude, as if I was ruining her fun.

I ask for cigarettes and the dumb boon said "uh needs too see sum I.D.".

I seldom get carded for cigarettes, so I figure the boon was just trying hassle me....so fine, I dealt with it.

After it gave me my change, it went back to dancing without saying a word.

As I was walking out...in my loudest possible speaking voice, I said "HAVE A NICE DAY, SHA NEA NEA" (it wore no name tag) it started niggerbabbling, so I think she got the point....which is rare for any nigger.

Recently, my long time white neighbor and his wife moved out and a bunch of young primates moved in (several she-boons, niglets and a few . Not only have they destroyed the inside of the house's carpeting, plumbing, etc they insist on blasting their baboon mating music, AKA rap, all fucking hours of the day and night. I'm fed up with it! I went over there and asked them to keep it down, they said "Aiight, ah'll trah tu do dat" but they haven't. They're renting the house, so does anybody know how I can find who rents it out to them?

Well, I was transfered from one shop to another, and my new boss is none other than a nigger. Naturally, being a nigger, he feels the need to remind everyone time and again how he is "Da Baws". It doesn't so much bother me, being that we all make more money than our bosses in my profession (which is a tad dangerous) but it is annoying working under a nigger.

One day I was cruising the web for some good nigger bashing material and found this priceless movie poster.

Naturally, I printed that shit out and taped it to his door before a team meeting in the garage one morning. Everyone is looking at it in the shop when "Baws Nigger" rolls in and sees it and immediately starts to chimpout. He goes "Who put dis on my dawr'?"

Now I am looking at the ground doing my best not to laugh just as the real explosion begins.

"You think dats funny? Well dats right, dats me, Baws Nigger! And if Baws Nigger finds out who put dat poster on his door, Baws Nigger will fire your ass!" then goes in his office and slams the door shut.

The entire garage starts erupting in laughter, even the other niggers were rolling. When we got outside one of the niggers that works with us said "I donts know which one of you crazy crackas put that on his door, but dat was some funny shit." Then he proceeded to imitate him, "Dats right, I'm Baws Nigger!"

It's his new moniker amongst the human employees in the shop. Everyone of us calls him "Boss Nigger" when having a conversation . Our next team meeting I am going to place some KFC and Colt .45 on his desk before he arrives and see if I can get another chimpout.

I write VERY long stories. This is so niggers get tired and give up trying to read it. :)

Hey everyone, just stumbled upon this site and have been laughing my ass off at the "Coontacts" threads here, so I've decided to post my own coontacts over my 21 years.

First coontact I can recall!

I was around 14 years old, and in my town of 550 some odd people - 100% of which were white (as it is now, thankfully) - in moved a dwelling of niggers RIGHT NEXT DOOR, which by no coincidence, is the shittiest property in town, bringing down our own homes value. Argh. I digress. A nigger family moved in. There was the woman, we'll call her Shaneequa, because honestly, I don't remember her fucking name, and I have about a 93.8% chance of being right by using that name...Then there was the man. Oh, this fucker was classy. Beat the woman (they weren't married, of course), drank Colt 45 and ran around in the street yelling at all hours of the night (yes, fucking literally), and while yelling, bragged about how he was from the ghetto's of Chicago and how he was shot 7 times...Which, of course, was true. They were both obese, disgusting pigs.

But lets not forget the chitlins', massa! There was one a few years younger than me, and one that was even younger than that, named DeAnferny (WTF?) and Paris, respectively...For the boys. Then there were like 4 girls who were all younger than that, all of them being obnoxious dipshits, but this story focuses mainly on the boys.

Let's get to the chase here, shall we? These little nigger boys robbed a candy shack at the baseball diamond. You know, a game goes on, they open it for concessions, right? Well, they had it locked up for the winter with items still inside...They broke it open and jacked like $100 worth of pure candy. Yes, candy.

Long story short, I made fun of these niggers all the time. Not because they were black, but because they were obnoxious cunts, as I've come to find all blacks are. So when they got busted for stealing this candy, who did they blame? Oh yes, folks, that is right...It was me! They said I was the "ring leader" and told them to do it. So of course, I get hauled into the principles office...Cops are there, etc etc.

Hello, nigger boys! They're sitting there, heads bowed, not looking at me. I thought they were narking on me for making fun of them and the cops were there for something completely unrelated. I was wrong. The cops immediately start telling me to hand over the merchandise or I'd have to pay for it. WHAT THE FUCK? They inform me the nigger boys had said I broke into it and stole it all and gave it to them, which, by the way; is how they were caught...Bragging about it and giving it to friends. TNB? I believe so! Anyways, I inform the police that this is utter bullshit and that I had nothing to do with it, to which the officers say, "Well, did he do it?" and I look at the niggers. The one older one looks up at me and makes eye contact. I squint just enough to tell him I will American History X his ass if he lies. "No," he tells the officer. I'm off the hook, they're in deeper shit. OWNED, right?

Wrong.

Fucking niggers. We're on the bus home and of COURSE I'm giving them shit calling them retarded for even trying to lie, but nothing major. I left them alone figuring they were going to get it from pappy-nigger when they got home...Haha, um, fuck no.

I get home and no more than 5 minutes later, my fucking doorbell rings. I answer it.

It is pappy-nigger, mamaw-nigger and baby niglets, all together like fucking Christmas carolers from Hell.

"Umm, yea?" I say.
"My sunz he' be tellinz mehs dat yo be callin' demz a nigguh on dat dere BUS!" he speaks in fluent coon.
"What the fuck?" I respond.
"SO U DOES GOTZ A POTTY MOUF HUH? GET YO PARENTZ LIL WITE BOY!" he again replies in nigger-speak.

I tell the nigger I didn't say that, but he wants to talk to MAH DEM DERE PARENTS. Whatever, faggot. Lets do this. I tell them nicely to hold on a second, and I go get my dad. My mom hears this and comes too.

"YO DIS HERR SUNZ OF YO'S BE CALLIN MAH SUNZ NIGGUHZ! WASHU SAY BOUT DAT YO?" says papa-nigger to father-white man.
"Umm, we've raised our son to never use words like that. I have a hard time believing he'd say such a thing." responds my father, in all of his good character judgment.
"WELL DEY SAY HE DID, SO WASHU GON' DO BOUT IT!" nigger responds
"What did my son say? Did he tell you he didn't say it? I suspect your boys are lying to get him in trouble based on what happened earlier today." my father responds, having been contacted by me earlier in the day, because I, unlike niggers, have always been honest with my parents and told them everything I did that was remotely trouble-causing, even if I didn't do it and was suspected of it.
"WELL HE BE LYIN!" nigger responds.
"Okay, well, we'll be sure to talk to him about it, then." my dad says back.

The boys stood there, didn't make eye contact with me, didn't say shit. My dad closed the door, we walked into the dining room and he asked me, "Did you call them that?", "No." I responded. "Stupid niggers." he said. CLASSIC. And the ONLY time my father has ever said anything racist.

End of story - those idiots moved out within a couple years, after the brought their 17 year old twin nephews here soon after to stay with them...DeShawn and DeQuann. Fucking nigger names. Ugh. Those little bastards stole my bike, by the way, but that's another story and I don't really give a shit because I got a new one out of them anyways. Haha, niggers. Last laugh is on you.

Second coontact!

Fast forward. I am 18. Did I mention there are almost no niggers here? I live in Southern Minnesota, and up until just a couple years ago (about this time I'm speaking of), there were almost NO niggers I had ever seen...Now we have a huge influx due to advertising for cheap housing in Chicago ($300/mo apartments) and Somalia. By the way - fuck Muslims, too.

Anyways, This is a shorter story...I was going to get chinese food and there were like 6 niggers outside the store. I still was not racist at all, so naturally, when they made eye contact with me, I gave them a little wave, because I am a friendly guy. None of them did shit-all, except one brazen little nigger. Not only did he not wave back, oh no...This nigger spit in my direction, landing right by my feet. ARE YOU KIDDING ME, NIGGER?! Was the first thought that went through my head, but I didn't say it. This is what kicked off my dislike of blacks.

I simply looked at him like he was a fucking moron and went into the store. I've been a martial artist my entire childhood almost, but there's no way I am taking on a pack of 6 niggers - four of which who were obese and would simply sit on my ass and kill me. Fuck that, I just kept going on.

Keep your AIDs to yourself, nigger.

AND The final coontact!

I went to Washington D.C. for Thanksgiving this year. Little did I know that the D.C. stands for DAMNED COONS. Fucking niggers EVERYWHERE and not a decent one among them! HOOLLLLLLYYYY SHIT! I'd rather fucking live in Africa, thank you very much! At least I'd know not to expect anything from them!

Anyways...Long story short - Niggers EVERYWHERE, and when we went to get on the metro the first time, I noted a sign that said, "No drinks. No food." I asked my aunt why this was, and she said it was so the Metro keeps very clean, something the city takes pride in. Makes sense, I thought, and then WHAT THE FUCK? In the corner, there squatted a nigger...AND HE WAS TAKING A SHIT. Yes, my friends! A nigger was taking a shit on the D.C. Metro and no one was doing a thing about it! Uhghghghgghh!!

His fucking AIDs Lincoln Log sat there for SIX DAYS before someone cleaned it up. And someone had stepped in it before hand. BLARRGHHHH!! NIGGERS!

Also, some other nigger spit on the metro by his feet, which is disgusting and shows their disrespect even more. Keep your AIDs to YOURSELF, NIGGER!

Oh, and on a hilarious note...I saw a nigger wearing a rainbow colored hoody with matching rainbow shoes...And he was trying to look hard. Fucking laughed my ass off and mumbled "dumb niggers.", which my aunt hear and was horribly offended by...Probably because she has so manner nigger friends. Blargh.

Sorry this was so long, but...You know, it's 3 experiences in one! :P

Note: The following Coontacts were compiled and edited by Another Angry White. THANK YOU for your hard work in continuing Coontacts for the readers of Niggermania!

Coontact Tale # 1,062 (12-26-2007)

Got too much TNB and got a nigger in trouble

Essentially, my neighbour to the left on my side is a a purebred ape. About 2 yrs ago he built an illegal driveway that was not paid for and approved by the council. Aside for odd 'howls' and laughter at as late as bloody 2am sometimes hes been really annoying (along with his sheboon and annoyin bastard kid whos 15 or so and not his). Constantly knocking at my door when some person has parked in front of his place and once even interrupted a backyard party i had with TNB yellin about someones 'bimmer' parked in front of his place, turns out it was none of my guests. A friend of mine was visiting me to drop some books off and prolly just parked there in his car for 2 mins when the black bastard came running out and cursing! Little did he know he was about 2 mins away from a shotgun in the face as my mate was out skeet shooting, legal arm mind you unlike the typical nigger weapon. So i finally stopped being nice, reported the driveway and also had his untaxed car clamped by a mate in the council prolly by his mates who look for that kind of stuff, so hes got that and a possible fine or has to pay the council, either way its gonna cost him over a grand, merry christmas sambo!

Coontact Tale # 1,063 (12-26-2007)

Observations from a Shopping Mall

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 however is the presence of Nigger (what I call) street vendors. The trend these days is to use higher pressure sales when walking through the mall. In this mall in particular they love to hire persian (Iranian) women to do this as you are less likely to turn them down since some of them are quite lovely. However, a few of the stands must not have been able to hire attractive girls...probably the hiring pool went "out of stock" on them.

Instead they have hired some buck niggers to take their place. These coons consistently do typical nigger behavior. They are told to approach people, be friendly and engage in conversation. Most of them don't....that's a good thing of course. As soon as their manager walks away they sit on their asses or start stealing from the little stand that they work at. They be talkin' on they cellphone an shit. When their manager's are around they frighten the human mall walkers by approaching them.

I was sitting at a table in the food court observing this. Human beings have instincts and they know an aggressive monkey when they see one. The filthy animal would approach them, hunched over looking ready to grab the shopper's purse and she visibly recoiled....EVERY single one did. Even people who have been brainwashed into thinking racism is a bad thing...cannot stop their instinctive reaction to a dangerous monkey. NONE of them that I saw during this moment ever stopped to listen to the ape's sales nigger-babble.

The nigger babble would sound something like this
"Canz I axe you's a querssshh-tone?"
"Yous be habin' a minit fos me?"
and the classic
"Hey, maing, wus up? Let me holla at yous fo' a minit!"

Some people would ignore it completely and it would mumble some other nigger-babble half under it's breath ...most of the time cursing people for not wanting to be around the dirty ape...but sometimes it would actively go after the women that would ignore it when "muh dik" called.

Mall Security by a concerned store employee (me) and was told of it's shenanigans. They reported it to the owner of the little stand and I came out for my next break and lo and behold...the owner was manning the little stand and the coon was no where to be seen. Hopefully they put it back in the cage where it belongs.

Coontact Tale # 1,064 (12-26-2007)

Phone fun

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...

Dec 26th

Beep Beep Beep...click

Dec. 26th 2007..it's 4:45am

I roll over and let the dream I was having linger on. In it, niggers had kept their monkey paws out so long there was nothing else to gib em. So they wanted to start their own planet on the moon.Scientists had devised a plan to raise all the ships that had went down and fitted them with rocket engines to lift em to the moon, but they put a nuclear bomb in the hull of several ships so when they cleared the earth.....BOOOMM...no more niggers.Then the realizaliton that it was all a dream hit me and the stark reality of nigger refund day was upon us.

Niggers know of nigger refund day to be the only day they can put one over on YT without too much pressure. As everyone knows, niggers are the laziest things on the planet and anything that takes away from MUH DIK,MUH POOSIE,crack rawks,forties,blunts or anything else niggers deems important. So if they can get their refund without a lot of hassle, they'd what they will do.

Last year I didn't get to expericence too much NRD but this year, I"ll be in the middle of this shit. Driving to work, the man on the radio keep talking about all these post christmas sales. "Everything is 50% off, save big" he says "What about refunds muddafukker??" I chuckle to the radio. I pull in the parking lot and see some people already waiting to get in. NO yelling, dick grabbing, kee-keeing niggers to be seen. But it was only 5:30 so I know niggers arent up yet. Too muck malt liqqa last night for dat sheet.

I clock in and see the homemade sign. SMILE TODAY! Yeah, right like that's going to happen. The doors open at 6 am and some people file in. Everything goes well, all had reciepts, all had put everything back in the boxes. I thought to myself "This may be awright" but then a 400lb she boon comes in the store
dragging a uganda nigglet with her. Nigglet looked like he weighed like 60 lbs with 40 being his huge waddymelon head. She's carrying a small box so I think,"Maybe it's a refund for another dept". She gets up and lays down the box, looking like Fat Albert with nasty nigger udders. Big Fat nigger jowels
blowing, then says "Ah's need a repund". The cashier takes the items out of the box, a camera and one of those portable printers. I look up at the clock, 6:21 am. FUcking 21 min and already a nigger with a illegit refund. I just shake my head as I come up. "Can I see a reciept" knowing fully good and well she's not going to have one. "Ah'z got dat righchere" and hands me a reciept! "Have Mercy" I think to myself. The reciept was pretty faded but at the bottoms of Niggermart reciepts is a bar code. This can be scanned to bring up the reciept. It shows that this reciept was from Jan of 2007 and the total of the
reciept was $8.71.So this nigger was trying to scam me for a $150 sale with a $9 reciept. No orginal box, nothing. I look thru the box and find NO power cord, no software. nothing. "I"m sorry maam but this reciept is for something else, could you have been mistaken?" Uganda nigglet begins to whine "I'z hungree mammy. kin we stops at McDonalds?" She turns to the nigglet and says "Shub yor mof fore ah'z slap the black off'n yer azz" then turns back to me. "AH'Z SED DAT DIS IS THE MUBBERPHUKIN RECIEB AND AH'Z WAB MUH
MUBBERPHUKIN REPUNDS!" I guess niggers feel if they raise their voice enough, YT will cave in to their demands. BUT apparently this nigger has not dealt with me before. "I'm sorry maam but without the original packaging nor the reciept, I cannot give a refund". Now if a big dog is pissed off, the thing to do is leave it alone. But Uganda nigglet either didn't read that chapter in life or was just too stupid to get it. "I'z hungee" he wines again. Fat nigger just backhands this nigglet a good 5 ft back, hitting him hard the mouth.

I dont care for niggers like the rest of you, but I'm not going to stand there while some 250lb shaved off ape hits a kid for it's own stupidity. Before I relized what I'd done, I went around the counter. "Get out of my store now before I call the child welfare people" I yelled at this nigger. Nigger grabs up this box of shit and says "Whud about muh repunds??" I don't say a word but motions to the security guard. The store manager tells me to go to the back for a while. I go to the back, shaking with fury. How anyone could have anything to do with such an obese, nasty, me only attitude nigger is just beyond me. I think that coalburners, whiggers, and nigger lovers get everything they deserve for having anything to do with these creatures.I decide that I'm not running the photo refunds today, mearly doing what I do in the lab cause I know there's going to be nigger after nigger coming in to scam stuff.All day long they'd bring in stuff and I would send someone else up there. I tell them that if it not 100% there, not a legit reciept then they can call and I'll come then to make a decision. Several other niggers came in and I head to the front when they would call. All I needed to see was black and it was no refund. I'd had it with these scamming black spawns of hell. They can "gib dere repunds" at Target, KMart or wherever but not here.

Along about 5 pm (when all the niggers are up) a skinny nigger comes in and wants prints of hiz piktures on dis card. I don't say a word but point to the forms.He gets a form and stands there. "All I Need is your first and last name" He says "I can't write, kin you do it for me?" Damn, another stupid nigger. "OK
what is your last name" He says "Jones' and I write Nigger on the bag. "When will deyz be done?" I tell him and hour and head to the machine. First pic, christmas tree, second, presents, third, niggers opening presents, fourth, a nigger holding muh dick, typical, fifth was a nigger dick. That's right, a fucking
nasty nigger holding his dick. 5 pictures in it and there's a nigger holding his dick. I don't say a word but format his card. He comes back and I tell him that the card is bad and there was no pictures on it. He about chimps out but doesn't say a word. He leans across the counter and tells me that he's single and lookin for some new wommenz for his crib. I just look at him and say "SO?" He winks at me and I just pick up the phone and call security. I guess he figures he's been shot down and leaves. As I go home, I seen the sign still there and reach up and rip it down, throwing it in the trash. I get home and tell my husband that I'm going to bed, it's been a rough day. He says "Good Night and Sweet Dreams" I lay down and say to myself.."Now where was I? Oh yes, niggers blowing up" and head off to sleep

Coontact Tale # 1,065 (12-26-2007)

Niggers and ME ME ME

I was soo full of the Christmas Spirit Monday night and you'd know it, a nigger would have to ruin it. Here's how it went down.

Monday night Niggermart decided to close at 6 pm to let us ASSociates have some time with fambly, something your typical nigger knows nothing about. So I station an ASSociate at the door and tell him to LET NOONE IN. I just knew this mouth breather was going to let me down but I thought, maybe...just maybe. But sure as there's another KOONtrina nigger with his paw out, at 5:58 in walks a fat, nasty she boon with about 5 nigglets. "DAMN IT" I scream to myself and head for the door, aiming to kill someone. I find this ASSociate standing there turning folks away. "Did you let that black woman in" (I know, it's a dirty word but I have to use it at work). "She said all she needed was batteries" Yeah so you let her in...knowing good and well we're closing the store at 6?" I tell him "and what time it it now?" "But it's Christmas" he wines. Ok, so I can't kill anyone on Christmas Eve simply because the coroner might be home..getting busy if you know what I mean. I'm thinking (rather a sinking thought) that maybe, perhaps, this nigger MIGHT be telling the troof and really wants some batteries for some nigglets stolen toy that I will be sure and see on the 26th for a no receipt refund. So I get this idiot in and lock the doors so they won't open from the outside. Idiot boy heads to the back and I yell out, "WHere you going?" he stops and says "But It's Christmas" "Yeah, so it is..go ahead..Merry Christmas" and mumble to myself "you ignorant..." but didn't get the chance to think any more thoughts. One of her future criminals was going after an electric cart. "I'm sorry, all the carts are put up" "But Mamaws' laigs are gib out" he niggerwhines. "I"m sorry but the store is closed, tell mammaw that she needs to get her batteries" "Oh we'uns needed mo' stuf" he says. DAMN IT, I FUCKING KNEW IT! THAT OLD NIGGER IS SHOPPING!! DAMN IT!!" I scream to myself. I just sat there on the stool, giving this future criminal the death stare "But It's Christmas" the store manager tells me in that sweet voice you use when you're wanting to needle someone. I whip around and give him the old "then you dig out the cart muddafukker" stare. He starts to move carts around to get to the first electric cart while I just sit there."Damn battery kiosk is right there, why did this nigger have to venture in the store and where is that fucking stockboy so I can kill him, I fucking KNEW IT, give a nigger a second, they'll take hours" I think to myself. I look in the store and here she come, that cart doing in excess of 1/4 mile an hour. "Damn it, give it the gas you stupid nigger" I think to myself. She honest to god take 2 minutes to get to where I'm seated probably 100 ft tops. "Kin ah'z gets some chikin" she babbles. "No maam the store closed at 6 and it's now 10 after" Damn nigger knew this, she just had to assert her fat ass some. She starts to back up in the cart and I yell out "The store is closed maam" You don't know how hard it is to say that to a ME ME ME nigger. I can see the lights going off in the back but does this nigger care? Hell no, she just heads right into the store. The store manager comes thru and says "Everyone out yet?" "What do you think" and points to this nigger in the fruits (I know, niggers don't eat fruit but it was DARK muddafuker) He gets on the intercom and tells the guys to turn the lights back on. "Thats a lawsuit waiting to happen" he tells me jokingly. I don't say a word but turn to him and say "You had to get her cart" and he turns away. He knew he'd fucked up.

So we sit.....and wait...and sit....while she goes up and down every fucking isle in the store. Just the 12 of us...me, him, couple night stockguys, a cashier and half dozen niggers. He leans over and says "Would be a bad time for a robbery" I don't say a word but haul out my .45 firestar from my hidden pocket in my handbag. "Oh, you are prepared huh?" I know what he's thinking, make with the small talk, but I'm in no mood for this bullshit. We finally see this nigger heading for the checkout line and he runs for the back to shut off the lights. By this time, it's almost 7 and we'd been closed for an hour! She gets her stuff out and the cashier begins to ring it up...then she remembers she needed something else. By then they'd turned off all the light except the front ones. She ax's then if we "kin turn on dem lights for a few mo minutes" "No!" I tell her and it just comes rushing out "we've been closed for an HOUR and all you told the boy at the door you needed was some batteries not all this shit" Yes, fellow niggermanics I said shit. It just kinda come out. "Well, wares youze chrissmus spirit" she snaps back. I'm not going out without getting in more words that's for sure "It went out the door at 6:01 when the store closed and everyone else had left" "Oh law, was dis sto closed?" God Damn it KNEW that, fucking nigger KNEW IT! "Yes, and you told the boy all you needed was batteries" Nigger never said a word, just handed her that damn welfare card and went on out.

When I got to the car, husband said "Where's your Christmas spirit now?" as he could see I was pissed off. He'll be out of ICU in a few more days as I showed him where my Christmas spririt was (just joking).

But it was a nice evening, even though a nigger sucked an hour from it. I hope everyone had a nigger free christmas and here's to the hopes they all move back to Afreeka in 2008.

Coontact Tale # 1,066 (12-26-2007)

another coontact with nigger on bicycle

my cars battery was dead when i woke up this morning, so i had to walk to the bank and later to get something to eat.
as i am walking to the bank, a teennigger and 2 wigger punks rode past me on thier bicycles. out of nowhere the nigger yells 'fuck you' at me. so i yelled 'fuck you too!' in return. the little nig-nog started chimping out, saying 'what what', and i replied 'yeah, what mutherfucker. you better keep on riding before i break my foot off in your ass.' stupid punk niggers. this is twice in a month that a nigger on a bicycle tried starting shit with me.

Coontact Tale # 1,067 (12-28-2007)

NYC Coontact Tales: Century 21

For those of you who don't live in New York, Century 21 is a real estate company. In the city, however, it's a small local department store chain that sells designer items--clothing, housewares, shoes, fragrance, you name it--at deeply discounted prices.

Among people who care about such frivolous things as fashion, Century 21 is legendary. Somehow, the company manages to acquire very expensive things and sell them on the cheap. One can buy last season's runway hits at a tiny fraction of their original price.

Sadly enough, it seems nearly the entire staff is composed of niggers. The service is slow, incompetent, rude, and almost always aggravating. So why would any self-respecting human go there, you ask?

The bargains! The bargains make dealing with niggers worth it, believe it or not. You can find items that were on the runway last season for less than than the cost of a single shirt at a regular store. For a clotheshorse like me, it's a great place to expand my wardrobe without spending a ton of money. The things in there aren't your typical run of the mill "designer" goods. This is the crème de la crème--Dior, Givenchy, Chanel, etc.

But oh, the niggers! Niggers are everywhere--pretending to fold clothes while they glare at whatever unlucky humans happen to be nearby. Getting in your way. Refusing to show you where things are. Refusing to even tell you if you're in the right section. Arguing loudly with each other over their latest stupid nigger dramas. Bitching about their bosses. Complaining about how much work they have to do. Displaying mind-boggling examples of mental retardation.

Tonight, I was rung up by a teenage buck who very possibly had Down Syndrome. At the very least, his mammy sow did some drinkin' while he was in the womb. This was, perhaps, one of the dumbest niggers I have ever encountered. I had to help him count my items. Twice. There were 7 items total. It took forever and I wanted to scream. He was barely intelligible. All of his coworkers were niggers. The manager was a nigger. Yet most of the customers were human like me. Such is life in this city.

At the end of it all, he "accidentally" forgot to give me my receipt. When I asked for it, he gave a great sigh and grudgingly handed it over. You see, when you leave Century 21 without a receipt stapled to your bags, you're subjected to a search by the nigger security guards. This nigger was obviously trying to stick it to YT. Why?

Because he could. Because I was going home to a clean, well furnished apartment in a good neighborhood. Because I am literate and well dressed. Because I am in a stable, happy relationship, as evidenced by my wedding ring and smiling husband, who accompanied me to the store. Because I am an attractive white woman.

Because I'm not a nigger.

There's no real point to this little vignette about Century 21, but if you're ever in downtown Manhattan and feel like getting a glimpse into the strange dichotomy that exists in any city that is simultaneously very rich and yet very niggerfuxated, stop in and take a peek. Just don't stick around too long. It's not good for the blood pressure.

Coontact Tale # 1,068 (12-28-2007)

Niggers Picnic on Human's Lawn

In Arlington, TX there is a very rich area where the whole neighborhood decorates each house with a theme. They have the Frosty house with snowmen decorations, Rudolph, etc. There is also a park that has a nice lake and they install lighted pictures in the center since the water is more shallow in the winter. It creates a mirror effect at night and looks really pretty.

I took my son and 6 year old nephew there last night hoping it would not be crowded anymore. During Christmas Eve and Day, there was loads of traffic so the people who lived there couldn't even go anywhere.

It was about 7 pm and now dark as we drove through the neighborhood. My nephew was so excited to see each house with a different theme and had his face pressed to the window. There were others driving down the streets, about 10 cars or less. We get to the Disney themed home and I'm not really looking, just focusing on driving safely. My nephew suddenly shouted "I see Goofy and his kids!" I stopped and looked and there was a sheboon wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt sitting on a blanket with three niglets. They were eating out of a paper sack from McDonalds on the lawn! "That isn't Goofy, but a nigger sow and niglets" my son said. My nephew then said "The big bad wolf and 3 little niggies?" really cute and we all laughed

I wish I had a camera to catch this sight. It was TNB in a nut shell. By them was all this trash and you know they won't pick up after they leave. Poor human resident that is just trying to make their home all festive for the holidays only for their lawn to be a land fill. There was garbage all over the other lawns too like more niggers had came here to picnic. Such a shame! Niggers always ruin a good thing.