I'd love to know wtf is going on here

Poj finally got a job.

A champion of booze-cruising in the field, with the signature slalom.

Someone should ping !boozers for this, so they can learn some proper inebriated car handling techniques.

Just let people enjoy things.

Most skilled female driver !foidmoment

If you sober up before the police find you it's not a DWI

Pissed up gypsy going to clean someone's gutters. Standard.

!macacos Is the cameraman one of ours?

muzzies

If you see somebody driving drunk, no you fricking didn't

average American !nonchuds drive like that neighbour

Even Mr Bean drives better than this wanker.

Ah, the California Tuesday morning special, been a few years since I've witnessed this magnitude of WHERE IS YOUR LOISCENSE?!

You will never be a real neighbor. You have no melanin, you have no opps, you have no drip. You are a headass cracka twisted by drugs and gang shit into a crude mockery of nature's perfection.

All the "validation" you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your "homies" laugh at your ghoulish skin behind closed doors.

Hood neighbors are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed neighbors to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even tronkies who "pass" look uncanny and unnatural to a neighbor. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy to hang with you, he'll turn tail and bolt the second he hears your chipmunk butt crakoid vocal signature.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a honky is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably white.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

The ladders that aren't tied down really help

Indiafication