Circle of Life

Now you know all about how black guys get prime white pussy. What the girls in the hood don’t teach you though is how white women react once you put some black bread in their oven. Black girls know not to go to the black bastard who put them in a family way because he is just going to laugh at them and then walk away. Everyone in the hood knows black men aren’t “daddy”.

My problem is that I didn’t know shit. I allowed myself to get transplanted from the hood to Hicksville USA where they grow their white krackers up big, tall, and strong. The city white boys ain’t got jack on these roughneck country cowboys. The city slickers like to talk a tough game and wear the same cloths as us niggers but when push comes to shove and someone expects them to do something. They turn to their police or politician friends and whine about how unfair life is. As if the government can every do anything but fuck shit up.

Of course, I am still bigger, stronger, and faster but again that is a part of my problem. That is I couldn’t just laugh at Kelly and Sarah after they came crying to me about how their nigger made them preggers. They have the audacity to expect me to be responsible and help them raise the nuggets. I am about to ask them what planet they grew up on and then I remember I am the alien from another planet here. My father would be sooooooooooooo very ashamed of me right now.

Apparently, Kelly’s husband figured out that I was fucking the shit out of his ‘willing’ wife and that was the final straw for him. I can’t say I blame him but it’s a pound light and a dollar short, if you know what I mean. If you expect your bitch to toe the line then you had best be sure to mark the line for them. Hoes are too dumb to know where it is beforehand.

“John I have no one, our parents have practically disowned us. We need you to help us raise your child.” Kelly is talking to me now, with Sarah still crying behind her. White bitches must practice this tag team emotional guilt trip shit cause their pretty damn good at it. “Please! We love you and we want to raise our children with you.” This equals: ‘we love having you fuck our brains out, and walking bow legged through campus. We are greedy bitches who want more.’ Well isn’t that just the human condition.

No… what they wanted is to hitch onto the gravy train express. I already had my recruiter dripping wet and panting in heat as she waited for me. I know exactly how I could help these white bitches but I allow myself to forget they’re racist cunts who only see me for the NFL paycheck ahead of me. Otherwise they would just get an abortion like proper stupid sluts who don’t use birth control. Maybe I could follow up on the recruiter and have her give me more than just that nice dirty mouth of hers.

I let myself stay around in one place too long because in Hicksville USA there is nowhere else other than where you are. So they nearly have me convinced that they might be one of those mythical white people who aren’t racist krackers. I heard stories of them once in a hood but figured they were a pipe-dream right around when I figured Santa ain’t real… or he was pounding out my mother real good… lucky S.O.B.

Then the idea of keeping both sister white bitches barefoot and pregnant all the way through college floats into my mind and my fate is signed sealed and delivered. Kelly and Sarah are already about to pop with twin girls and a boy. In a couple months they will be ready for a new crop of nuggets.

The fact that they knew the fetuses’ sex and already had their names should have been a fucking clue that they planned this little seduction for my benefit. Or, the fact that they would have gotten an abortion like their parents wanted and would pay for. However, again, a black man never sticks around after he knocks a bitch up. So how would I know to expect any of this shit?