Randy. 45 year old man and he hate this unamerican bitches

(Gooooood have Mercy on me. This chapter includes very rude racism, so if you are not ready please go out there. Racism =bad, Gitler=evil, please read)

-BITCH, WERE THE FUCK YOU THINCK YOU ARE GOING?!?

-Man, you are the one that just bumped into me.

-Yeah yeah, tell me more you unga-bunga. Do you actually know what you say?

-At first sir that’s very rude, and in second I’m in hurry. I was bring a medical support to a child and need to run to another now. Please let me go.

-Oh yeah? Which one of your 50? Hard not to fuck like an animal? It’s not your tribe anymore, it’s a New-York. For you ask, I’ve been in hurry to. I hurry to get a sales in the bar in the end of the next street, and if I don’t here you ex...

SLAP.

-SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU ASSHOLE. IM ON MY FUCKING JOB, GO AND KILL YOURSELF IF I RUINED YOUR GREATEST PLANS. And for you ask, I’m from Michigan.

-„Yeah yeah, Michigan. Not from the Bronx? Ouch, it hurts a lot.“

All people across the street watched on Randall with the face of disgust, but he didn’t care about it. All his fucking life this immigrants are get on his nerves. All this ninjas, all elephant fuckers and yeah, most annoying was the monkeys( I certainly hate this line, racism is awful). Yeah, of course you will say the shit like: I born here, means I am from here. Yeah? Well then from where you parents and grand parents come? It was his country, the country of Americans. His ancestors came here and in fair fight of guns Vs Spears get this territory. It was his ancestors who build all this, not this „usurpation victims“. And now they are fighting for HIS job vacations and for HIS place under the sun. The America is only for Americans and no one else.

-Okay, so here it is, the Bimbo beer. The free 4 cups awaits me.

He entered a facility and.........of course there is a «Dark ones».

-„What, hear about a free water and don’t reed that it’s gonna burn?“ he thought on himself, but say this to a whole party of big muscular man he can’t. Their just to soft and dumb to admit the truth without a face kicking.

-Are you here because of the Promotion?

At the bar was standing a pretty high for her nation Asian girl( mostly he think the Japanese one) in a very vulgar costume on the stripper manner and with the dark black lips and tattoo «queen of spades» on her chest.

„yeah, of course. What could a stupid Asian slut can love more than BBC»

-Yeah, I here for it. Here’s a coupon from the mail box.

-Aaaaaaaaand congrats, you have a prize.

-Yes, a freebie booze. And what that I get?

-You got the reward at the face of four glasses of Jamaican rum.

-Ohhh fucking bullshit.

The face full of happiness momentally turned into the face of great disappointment. As always that not made in America OR by Americans he doesn’t like the Jamaican rum.

-Not the stupid fruit juice shit that this idiots under the sun even can’t do the right way.

-.....Excuse me?

-I freaking hate this bitches. All the Jamaicans do is drinking, fucking, shooting and degradation. They didn’t do a good single shot four our country, when MY ancestors actually opened the gate to them for everybody. All that rabble from another country’s. All they do is just makes money on us, Americans doesn’t give a fuck about us, the men that gave him everything they have now. Hope they die in a shit.

To forget about all he said he drank the first glass (that he doesn’t seem how to get on the table) and make a good SMACK right over the fork around him. Every man at the bar heard what he said, but all they do is try not to make a laugh about it, cause they also know WHAT kind of bimbo beer Randal just drank right now. He already seemed a more feminine, but for the end of they’re trap they need him to drink all glasses.

-Well you sure get enough balls to say that shit at my bar. I almost want to trow this can of beer right into your ugly face.

-Huh?

-But now, when I know all your political position it’s might be sign of fate that certainly you get into that «promotion» crap that we made for one thing. Boys!

-Yes Lina.

-HEY, WHAT A FUCK!?

The two amazingly big guys got Randy under the armpits and the third one was standing here just around, but to close to not getting involved.

-Let me tell you a secret. This place, is not a typical bar, it’s a underground sex club.

Suddenly Randall started to fell a fuzzy on his head. Like she drank a freaking Beer mill, not a 4 glasses.

-You know, there is much girls on the streets that doesn’t have a money to live or to go to the school. But not all of them guilty in this, and certainly none of them get this «low iq» shit cause they are black. All races are equal, but for those who don’t understand it and for those who get a troubles in this country cause a people like you, I get a work place where they could live and work. NOW you gotta face the thing that you hated the most. Transform faster, your clients are waiting.

-„clients? This whore a lit dumber that I think if she thinks I am a woman“ Randy wanted to say, but he fast noticed that his hands got thinner and there was some newfound black hair that close the view........when he was a blonde.

-BITCH, wham did you....

He was sound a very high and low at the same time. And what da fuck means wham? The hair was getting longer and longer, curvy and curvy.

-Oh, ma teeth.

-Here, take a look slut.

The bartender give a mirror to our hero and he see the Person that was certainly a woman looking, not a male. She was so appealing, that he had a boner on himself, but with each moment, he was turn smaller and smaller.

-FUC, no,no. Pwease.

Yup, weini has gone. And it was not over. Immediately he felt something really have at his chest. The two certainly handmade basket balls that nobody should call anything but fuckbags get from him. More that that, the ass was start sitting on something soft and it was certainly nothing else that his wide bumper itself. His waist turned thinner than a chair that he fell of from, and his lips was turned so big, so SHE now cannot place a glass with rum in her mouth now.

-Wat did you do to Zazi? Zazi didn’t do anything bad.

-Seeeeeriosly? Well that’s not end my dear. You forget the presentation.

Wait, who is Zazi!?! His name is..........FUCK, SHE KNOWS ONLY ZAZI!! No other name comes to her head when she with a very headache try to think. She didn’t even realize with all this thinking that her skin was turned into another color. She hair became a rainbow color dreads and her clothing is now just some bikini from Palma leafs.

-Honey, tell me again, who are you now?

With a minute of choosing the right words Zazi said.

-Hau koud you farget ma mistress. Me is Zazi, you best jungle style slut with da biggest ass.

-Then why I you JUST STANDING HERE INSTEAD OF WORKING!!? Look how much people have their erection on! They are certainly not pleased with our service!!!

-The......Election?

-GO AND FUCK WITH THIS GUYS!!!!

-Anderstand mistress!! On ma way.

She was happy with her new job. It was a money and it was a pleasure. Like, who would don’t like this massive black cocks that fuck you in every hole? She is very happy that she found that bar

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