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After reading the first sentence I was going to go the whole "you are a
racist asshole" route. But I'm going to keep it real.
I rode the SEPTA R7 from Philly to Trenton for 8 years and personally
witnessed what you described on a daily basis. The details so exact it's
uncanny. Most of the time it was Mickey D's but my favorite were the
douchebags eating chinese food. Ribs are big with the brothers. I used to
love it when they would leave the bones on the seats. They would get fried
rice and rib juice all over the seat but manage to keep it off the Mitchell
& Ness" fro-back". I'm so glad I quit that fuckin' job and took one in the
suburbs. The horror of public transportation.


"Velveeta Chocodyle" wrote in message ...
> A run-of-the-mill nigger sat down across from me yesterday on the PATCO
> train,
> which connects the nigger havens of Philadelphia and Camden with the
> toothless,
> carpet cleaner-huffing hicks of South Jersey. This nigger was in full-on
> keeping
> it real regalia, wearing the nigger-approved "fro-back" football jersey
> (either
> bought from Mitchell & Ness with crack dealing profits, or shoplifted),
> matching
> oversized baseball cap with the stickers still on it, 30" faux-platinum
> chain, and
> toting a $300 cell phone.
>
> The nigger sits down and proceeds to "get his snack on," eating a bag of
> M.C.
> Donald's shit right under the "No Eating" sign. We all know that the
> nigger
> eschews most things involving Roman letters, but the sign in question was
> the
> universal circle/bar thing with a picture of food inside it. A five-year
> old with
> Down Syndrome could tell me what that sign means, but this is a nigger
> we're
> talking about! It's actually insulting to the Down's kid to compare him to
> a
> nigger; I'm sorry!
>
> Ten minutes later, the train pulls into Camden Broadway, where the nigger
> gets up
> quietly, takes the refuse from his tasty lunch, and places it in the
> nearest trash
> can upon disembarking the train and - AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Had you going for a
> minute,
> didn't I?!?
>
> Of course the nigger left his McTrash on his seat and the floor beneath
> it. Of
> course barbecue sauce was smudged all over the seat. Of course there was
> Hi-C
> spilled everywhere. Of course the nigger pushed past a couple of old
> ladies when
> getting off the train. Of course the nigger made a half hearted run of his
> pockets
> to find the ticket for the exit turnstile; a ticket he didn't have,
> because he
> didn't purchase one. Of course the nigger pretended to put a ticket into
> the
> handicapped turnstile before walking through the gate. Can you say
> 'Keeping It
> Real'? All that was missing was an argument over sneakers that ended in a
> felony!
>
> Of course, just because this is Deeandre's luck, this trip wasn't over;
> not by a
> damn sight!
>
> Camden is where Deeandre' catches the NJ Transit RiverLine light rail, to
> get
> back up Norff to his bitches 'n' hos. This "blight rail" connects Camden
> and
> Trenton, and it only cost the taxpayers about a billion dollars. What a
> bargain!!!
> I mean, how did we live without this for all these years? Anyway, it
> worked out
> that I had a 20-minute wait for the next blight rail. Greeeeeeat!!! For
> those of
> you not in the know, Palmer's crib is in Trenton, which is, to put it
> lightly, a
> fairly rough town. After surveying just this small slice of Camden, I was
> fully
> able to declare that, when compared with Camden, Trenton is fucking Utah.
> All you
> wannabe thugs here in Capital City would do well to go to Camden for a
> master
> class in Keeping it Real. And don't come back!
>
> I look up to see none other than our previously discussed run-of-the-mill
> nigger
> shucking and jiving his way across the tracks. Shiiiiiit, I've gotta spend
> another
> 45 minutes with this chimp?
>
> He stands about ten feet away from me, spewing some sort of rap
> (freestylin', I
> think they calls it), making hand gestures, and glaring at people. Oooooh,
> pleeeeease don't shoot me!
>
> The train arrives. The "blight rail" trip is essentially the PATCO trip in
> reverse, minus the fast food spectacle; pushing past civilized people,
> sitting in
> the designated handicapped seat, rapping, shucking, jiving, etc. Halfway
> to
> Trenton, a couple of fare enforcement officers boarded. Rather than "Fare
> Enforcement Officers," they should be called "Otherwise Unemployable Union
> Hacks
> Wearing Silly Uniforms." They have no problem berating and writing a $70
> ticket to
> some guy in business suit who honestly forgot to punch his ticket, but
> anyone who
> looks even slightly, uh, "urban?" No waaaaay they're getting in a bunch of
> shit
> over a $1.10 fare. Of course, the nigger could not produce a ticket for
> inspection. Again, the obligatory run of the pockets, and the "daaaaaaamn,
> where
> dat shit GO?" After about five minutes, the officers (3) shrugged their
> shoulders
> and allowed the nigger to enjoy the rest of his free ride to Trenton.
>
> What a fucking stereotype that ape was. Why is it that every time I take
> public
> transportation, my car looks just that little bit better?
>
>
> Kickin' it wit' my ho,
> -- Deeandre' Babydaddy
>
> http://tinyurl.com/y78flk
>
> http://tinyurl.com/89dlm
>
>
 >> Stay informed about: Keepin' It Real On da Rails!!! 

After reading the first sentence I was going to go the whole "you are a
racist asshole" route. But I'm going to keep it real.
I rode the SEPTA R7 from Philly to Trenton for 8 years and personally
witnessed what you described on a daily basis. The details so exact it's
uncanny. Most of the time it was Mickey D's but my favorite were the
douchebags eating chinese food. Ribs are big with the brothers. I used to
love it when they would leave the bones on the seats. They would get fried
rice and rib juice all over the seat but manage to keep it off the Mitchell
& Ness" fro-back". I'm so glad I quit that fuckin' job and took one in the
suburbs. The horror of public transportation.


"Velveeta Chocodyle" wrote in message ...
> A run-of-the-mill nigger sat down across from me yesterday on the PATCO
> train,
> which connects the nigger havens of Philadelphia and Camden with the
> toothless,
> carpet cleaner-huffing hicks of South Jersey. This nigger was in full-on
> keeping
> it real regalia, wearing the nigger-approved "fro-back" football jersey
> (either
> bought from Mitchell & Ness with crack dealing profits, or shoplifted),
> matching
> oversized baseball cap with the stickers still on it, 30" faux-platinum
> chain, and
> toting a $300 cell phone.
>
> The nigger sits down and proceeds to "get his snack on," eating a bag of
> M.C.
> Donald's shit right under the "No Eating" sign. We all know that the
> nigger
> eschews most things involving Roman letters, but the sign in question was
> the
> universal circle/bar thing with a picture of food inside it. A five-year
> old with
> Down Syndrome could tell me what that sign means, but this is a nigger
> we're
> talking about! It's actually insulting to the Down's kid to compare him to
> a
> nigger; I'm sorry!
>
> Ten minutes later, the train pulls into Camden Broadway, where the nigger
> gets up
> quietly, takes the refuse from his tasty lunch, and places it in the
> nearest trash
> can upon disembarking the train and - AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Had you going for a
> minute,
> didn't I?!?
>
> Of course the nigger left his McTrash on his seat and the floor beneath
> it. Of
> course barbecue sauce was smudged all over the seat. Of course there was
> Hi-C
> spilled everywhere. Of course the nigger pushed past a couple of old
> ladies when
> getting off the train. Of course the nigger made a half hearted run of his
> pockets
> to find the ticket for the exit turnstile; a ticket he didn't have,
> because he
> didn't purchase one. Of course the nigger pretended to put a ticket into
> the
> handicapped turnstile before walking through the gate. Can you say
> 'Keeping It
> Real'? All that was missing was an argument over sneakers that ended in a
> felony!
>
> Of course, just because this is Deeandre's luck, this trip wasn't over;
> not by a
> damn sight!
>
> Camden is where Deeandre' catches the NJ Transit RiverLine light rail, to
> get
> back up Norff to his bitches 'n' hos. This "blight rail" connects Camden
> and
> Trenton, and it only cost the taxpayers about a billion dollars. What a
> bargain!!!
> I mean, how did we live without this for all these years? Anyway, it
> worked out
> that I had a 20-minute wait for the next blight rail. Greeeeeeat!!! For
> those of
> you not in the know, Palmer's crib is in Trenton, which is, to put it
> lightly, a
> fairly rough town. After surveying just this small slice of Camden, I was
> fully
> able to declare that, when compared with Camden, Trenton is fucking Utah.
> All you
> wannabe thugs here in Capital City would do well to go to Camden for a
> master
> class in Keeping it Real. And don't come back!
>
> I look up to see none other than our previously discussed run-of-the-mill
> nigger
> shucking and jiving his way across the tracks. Shiiiiiit, I've gotta spend
> another
> 45 minutes with this chimp?
>
> He stands about ten feet away from me, spewing some sort of rap
> (freestylin', I
> think they calls it), making hand gestures, and glaring at people. Oooooh,
> pleeeeease don't shoot me!
>
> The train arrives. The "blight rail" trip is essentially the PATCO trip in
> reverse, minus the fast food spectacle; pushing past civilized people,
> sitting in
> the designated handicapped seat, rapping, shucking, jiving, etc. Halfway
> to
> Trenton, a couple of fare enforcement officers boarded. Rather than "Fare
> Enforcement Officers," they should be called "Otherwise Unemployable Union
> Hacks
> Wearing Silly Uniforms." They have no problem berating and writing a $70
> ticket to
> some guy in business suit who honestly forgot to punch his ticket, but
> anyone who
> looks even slightly, uh, "urban?" No waaaaay they're getting in a bunch of
> shit
> over a $1.10 fare. Of course, the nigger could not produce a ticket for
> inspection. Again, the obligatory run of the pockets, and the "daaaaaaamn,
> where
> dat shit GO?" After about five minutes, the officers (3) shrugged their
> shoulders
> and allowed the nigger to enjoy the rest of his free ride to Trenton.
>
> What a fucking stereotype that ape was. Why is it that every time I take
> public
> transportation, my car looks just that little bit better?
>
>
> Kickin' it wit' my ho,
> -- Deeandre' Babydaddy
>
> http://tinyurl.com/y78flk
>
> http://tinyurl.com/89dlm
>
>
 >> Stay informed about: Keepin' It Real On da Rails!!! 

After reading the first sentence I was going to go the whole "you are a
racist asshole" route. But I'm going to keep it real.
I rode the SEPTA R7 from Philly to Trenton for 8 years and personally
witnessed what you described on a daily basis. The details so exact it's
uncanny. Most of the time it was Mickey D's but my favorite were the
douchebags eating chinese food. Ribs are big with the brothers. I used to
love it when they would leave the bones on the seats. They would get fried
rice and rib juice all over the seat but manage to keep it off the Mitchell
& Ness" fro-back". I'm so glad I quit that fuckin' job and took one in the
suburbs. The horror of public transportation.


"Velveeta Chocodyle" wrote in message ...
> A run-of-the-mill nigger sat down across from me yesterday on the PATCO
> train,
> which connects the nigger havens of Philadelphia and Camden with the
> toothless,
> carpet cleaner-huffing hicks of South Jersey. This nigger was in full-on
> keeping
> it real regalia, wearing the nigger-approved "fro-back" football jersey
> (either
> bought from Mitchell & Ness with crack dealing profits, or shoplifted),
> matching
> oversized baseball cap with the stickers still on it, 30" faux-platinum
> chain, and
> toting a $300 cell phone.
>
> The nigger sits down and proceeds to "get his snack on," eating a bag of
> M.C.
> Donald's shit right under the "No Eating" sign. We all know that the
> nigger
> eschews most things involving Roman letters, but the sign in question was
> the
> universal circle/bar thing with a picture of food inside it. A five-year
> old with
> Down Syndrome could tell me what that sign means, but this is a nigger
> we're
> talking about! It's actually insulting to the Down's kid to compare him to
> a
> nigger; I'm sorry!
>
> Ten minutes later, the train pulls into Camden Broadway, where the nigger
> gets up
> quietly, takes the refuse from his tasty lunch, and places it in the
> nearest trash
> can upon disembarking the train and - AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Had you going for a
> minute,
> didn't I?!?
>
> Of course the nigger left his McTrash on his seat and the floor beneath
> it. Of
> course barbecue sauce was smudged all over the seat. Of course there was
> Hi-C
> spilled everywhere. Of course the nigger pushed past a couple of old
> ladies when
> getting off the train. Of course the nigger made a half hearted run of his
> pockets
> to find the ticket for the exit turnstile; a ticket he didn't have,
> because he
> didn't purchase one. Of course the nigger pretended to put a ticket into
> the
> handicapped turnstile before walking through the gate. Can you say
> 'Keeping It
> Real'? All that was missing was an argument over sneakers that ended in a
> felony!
>
> Of course, just because this is Deeandre's luck, this trip wasn't over;
> not by a
> damn sight!
>
> Camden is where Deeandre' catches the NJ Transit RiverLine light rail, to
> get
> back up Norff to his bitches 'n' hos. This "blight rail" connects Camden
> and
> Trenton, and it only cost the taxpayers about a billion dollars. What a
> bargain!!!
> I mean, how did we live without this for all these years? Anyway, it
> worked out
> that I had a 20-minute wait for the next blight rail. Greeeeeeat!!! For
> those of
> you not in the know, Palmer's crib is in Trenton, which is, to put it
> lightly, a
> fairly rough town. After surveying just this small slice of Camden, I was
> fully
> able to declare that, when compared with Camden, Trenton is fucking Utah.
> All you
> wannabe thugs here in Capital City would do well to go to Camden for a
> master
> class in Keeping it Real. And don't come back!
>
> I look up to see none other than our previously discussed run-of-the-mill
> nigger
> shucking and jiving his way across the tracks. Shiiiiiit, I've gotta spend
> another
> 45 minutes with this chimp?
>
> He stands about ten feet away from me, spewing some sort of rap
> (freestylin', I
> think they calls it), making hand gestures, and glaring at people. Oooooh,
> pleeeeease don't shoot me!
>
> The train arrives. The "blight rail" trip is essentially the PATCO trip in
> reverse, minus the fast food spectacle; pushing past civilized people,
> sitting in
> the designated handicapped seat, rapping, shucking, jiving, etc. Halfway
> to
> Trenton, a couple of fare enforcement officers boarded. Rather than "Fare
> Enforcement Officers," they should be called "Otherwise Unemployable Union
> Hacks
> Wearing Silly Uniforms." They have no problem berating and writing a $70
> ticket to
> some guy in business suit who honestly forgot to punch his ticket, but
> anyone who
> looks even slightly, uh, "urban?" No waaaaay they're getting in a bunch of
> shit
> over a $1.10 fare. Of course, the nigger could not produce a ticket for
> inspection. Again, the obligatory run of the pockets, and the "daaaaaaamn,
> where
> dat shit GO?" After about five minutes, the officers (3) shrugged their
> shoulders
> and allowed the nigger to enjoy the rest of his free ride to Trenton.
>
> What a fucking stereotype that ape was. Why is it that every time I take
> public
> transportation, my car looks just that little bit better?
>
>
> Kickin' it wit' my ho,
> -- Deeandre' Babydaddy
>
> http://tinyurl.com/y78flk
>
> http://tinyurl.com/89dlm
>
>
 >> Stay informed about: Keepin' It Real On da Rails!!! 

After reading the first sentence I was going to go the whole "you are a
racist asshole" route. But I'm going to keep it real.
I rode the SEPTA R7 from Philly to Trenton for 8 years and personally
witnessed what you described on a daily basis. The details so exact it's
uncanny. Most of the time it was Mickey D's but my favorite were the
douchebags eating chinese food. Ribs are big with the brothers. I used to
love it when they would leave the bones on the seats. They would get fried
rice and rib juice all over the seat but manage to keep it off the Mitchell
& Ness" fro-back". I'm so glad I quit that fuckin' job and took one in the
suburbs. The horror of public transportation.


"Velveeta Chocodyle" wrote in message ...
> A run-of-the-mill nigger sat down across from me yesterday on the PATCO
> train,
> which connects the nigger havens of Philadelphia and Camden with the
> toothless,
> carpet cleaner-huffing hicks of South Jersey. This nigger was in full-on
> keeping
> it real regalia, wearing the nigger-approved "fro-back" football jersey
> (either
> bought from Mitchell & Ness with crack dealing profits, or shoplifted),
> matching
> oversized baseball cap with the stickers still on it, 30" faux-platinum
> chain, and
> toting a $300 cell phone.
>
> The nigger sits down and proceeds to "get his snack on," eating a bag of
> M.C.
> Donald's shit right under the "No Eating" sign. We all know that the
> nigger
> eschews most things involving Roman letters, but the sign in question was
> the
> universal circle/bar thing with a picture of food inside it. A five-year
> old with
> Down Syndrome could tell me what that sign means, but this is a nigger
> we're
> talking about! It's actually insulting to the Down's kid to compare him to
> a
> nigger; I'm sorry!
>
> Ten minutes later, the train pulls into Camden Broadway, where the nigger
> gets up
> quietly, takes the refuse from his tasty lunch, and places it in the
> nearest trash
> can upon disembarking the train and - AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Had you going for a
> minute,
> didn't I?!?
>
> Of course the nigger left his McTrash on his seat and the floor beneath
> it. Of
> course barbecue sauce was smudged all over the seat. Of course there was
> Hi-C
> spilled everywhere. Of course the nigger pushed past a couple of old
> ladies when
> getting off the train. Of course the nigger made a half hearted run of his
> pockets
> to find the ticket for the exit turnstile; a ticket he didn't have,
> because he
> didn't purchase one. Of course the nigger pretended to put a ticket into
> the
> handicapped turnstile before walking through the gate. Can you say
> 'Keeping It
> Real'? All that was missing was an argument over sneakers that ended in a
> felony!
>
> Of course, just because this is Deeandre's luck, this trip wasn't over;
> not by a
> damn sight!
>
> Camden is where Deeandre' catches the NJ Transit RiverLine light rail, to
> get
> back up Norff to his bitches 'n' hos. This "blight rail" connects Camden
> and
> Trenton, and it only cost the taxpayers about a billion dollars. What a
> bargain!!!
> I mean, how did we live without this for all these years? Anyway, it
> worked out
> that I had a 20-minute wait for the next blight rail. Greeeeeeat!!! For
> those of
> you not in the know, Palmer's crib is in Trenton, which is, to put it
> lightly, a
> fairly rough town. After surveying just this small slice of Camden, I was
> fully
> able to declare that, when compared with Camden, Trenton is fucking Utah.
> All you
> wannabe thugs here in Capital City would do well to go to Camden for a
> master
> class in Keeping it Real. And don't come back!
>
> I look up to see none other than our previously discussed run-of-the-mill
> nigger
> shucking and jiving his way across the tracks. Shiiiiiit, I've gotta spend
> another
> 45 minutes with this chimp?
>
> He stands about ten feet away from me, spewing some sort of rap
> (freestylin', I
> think they calls it), making hand gestures, and glaring at people. Oooooh,
> pleeeeease don't shoot me!
>
> The train arrives. The "blight rail" trip is essentially the PATCO trip in
> reverse, minus the fast food spectacle; pushing past civilized people,
> sitting in
> the designated handicapped seat, rapping, shucking, jiving, etc. Halfway
> to
> Trenton, a couple of fare enforcement officers boarded. Rather than "Fare
> Enforcement Officers," they should be called "Otherwise Unemployable Union
> Hacks
> Wearing Silly Uniforms." They have no problem berating and writing a $70
> ticket to
> some guy in business suit who honestly forgot to punch his ticket, but
> anyone who
> looks even slightly, uh, "urban?" No waaaaay they're getting in a bunch of
> shit
> over a $1.10 fare. Of course, the nigger could not produce a ticket for
> inspection. Again, the obligatory run of the pockets, and the "daaaaaaamn,
> where
> dat shit GO?" After about five minutes, the officers (3) shrugged their
> shoulders
> and allowed the nigger to enjoy the rest of his free ride to Trenton.
>
> What a fucking stereotype that ape was. Why is it that every time I take
> public
> transportation, my car looks just that little bit better?
>
>
> Kickin' it wit' my ho,
> -- Deeandre' Babydaddy
>
> http://tinyurl.com/y78flk
>
> http://tinyurl.com/89dlm
>
>
 >> Stay informed about: Keepin' It Real On da Rails!!! 

After reading the first sentence I was going to go the whole "you are a
racist asshole" route. But I'm going to keep it real.
I rode the SEPTA R7 from Philly to Trenton for 8 years and personally
witnessed what you described on a daily basis. The details so exact it's
uncanny. Most of the time it was Mickey D's but my favorite were the
douchebags eating chinese food. Ribs are big with the brothers. I used to
love it when they would leave the bones on the seats. They would get fried
rice and rib juice all over the seat but manage to keep it off the Mitchell
& Ness" fro-back". I'm so glad I quit that fuckin' job and took one in the
suburbs. The horror of public transportation.


"Velveeta Chocodyle" wrote in message ...
> A run-of-the-mill nigger sat down across from me yesterday on the PATCO
> train,
> which connects the nigger havens of Philadelphia and Camden with the
> toothless,
> carpet cleaner-huffing hicks of South Jersey. This nigger was in full-on
> keeping
> it real regalia, wearing the nigger-approved "fro-back" football jersey
> (either
> bought from Mitchell & Ness with crack dealing profits, or shoplifted),
> matching
> oversized baseball cap with the stickers still on it, 30" faux-platinum
> chain, and
> toting a $300 cell phone.
>
> The nigger sits down and proceeds to "get his snack on," eating a bag of
> M.C.
> Donald's shit right under the "No Eating" sign. We all know that the
> nigger
> eschews most things involving Roman letters, but the sign in question was
> the
> universal circle/bar thing with a picture of food inside it. A five-year
> old with
> Down Syndrome could tell me what that sign means, but this is a nigger
> we're
> talking about! It's actually insulting to the Down's kid to compare him to
> a
> nigger; I'm sorry!
>
> Ten minutes later, the train pulls into Camden Broadway, where the nigger
> gets up
> quietly, takes the refuse from his tasty lunch, and places it in the
> nearest trash
> can upon disembarking the train and - AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Had you going for a
> minute,
> didn't I?!?
>
> Of course the nigger left his McTrash on his seat and the floor beneath
> it. Of
> course barbecue sauce was smudged all over the seat. Of course there was
> Hi-C
> spilled everywhere. Of course the nigger pushed past a couple of old
> ladies when
> getting off the train. Of course the nigger made a half hearted run of his
> pockets
> to find the ticket for the exit turnstile; a ticket he didn't have,
> because he
> didn't purchase one. Of course the nigger pretended to put a ticket into
> the
> handicapped turnstile before walking through the gate. Can you say
> 'Keeping It
> Real'? All that was missing was an argument over sneakers that ended in a
> felony!
>
> Of course, just because this is Deeandre's luck, this trip wasn't over;
> not by a
> damn sight!
>
> Camden is where Deeandre' catches the NJ Transit RiverLine light rail, to
> get
> back up Norff to his bitches 'n' hos. This "blight rail" connects Camden
> and
> Trenton, and it only cost the taxpayers about a billion dollars. What a
> bargain!!!
> I mean, how did we live without this for all these years? Anyway, it
> worked out
> that I had a 20-minute wait for the next blight rail. Greeeeeeat!!! For
> those of
> you not in the know, Palmer's crib is in Trenton, which is, to put it
> lightly, a
> fairly rough town. After surveying just this small slice of Camden, I was
> fully
> able to declare that, when compared with Camden, Trenton is fucking Utah.
> All you
> wannabe thugs here in Capital City would do well to go to Camden for a
> master
> class in Keeping it Real. And don't come back!
>
> I look up to see none other than our previously discussed run-of-the-mill
> nigger
> shucking and jiving his way across the tracks. Shiiiiiit, I've gotta spend
> another
> 45 minutes with this chimp?
>
> He stands about ten feet away from me, spewing some sort of rap
> (freestylin', I
> think they calls it), making hand gestures, and glaring at people. Oooooh,
> pleeeeease don't shoot me!
>
> The train arrives. The "blight rail" trip is essentially the PATCO trip in
> reverse, minus the fast food spectacle; pushing past civilized people,
> sitting in
> the designated handicapped seat, rapping, shucking, jiving, etc. Halfway
> to
> Trenton, a couple of fare enforcement officers boarded. Rather than "Fare
> Enforcement Officers," they should be called "Otherwise Unemployable Union
> Hacks
> Wearing Silly Uniforms." They have no problem berating and writing a $70
> ticket to
> some guy in business suit who honestly forgot to punch his ticket, but
> anyone who
> looks even slightly, uh, "urban?" No waaaaay they're getting in a bunch of
> shit
> over a $1.10 fare. Of course, the nigger could not produce a ticket for
> inspection. Again, the obligatory run of the pockets, and the "daaaaaaamn,
> where
> dat shit GO?" After about five minutes, the officers (3) shrugged their
> shoulders
> and allowed the nigger to enjoy the rest of his free ride to Trenton.
>
> What a fucking stereotype that ape was. Why is it that every time I take
> public
> transportation, my car looks just that little bit better?
>
>
> Kickin' it wit' my ho,
> -- Deeandre' Babydaddy
>
> http://tinyurl.com/y78flk
>
> http://tinyurl.com/89dlm
>
>
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After reading the first sentence I was going to go the whole "you are a
racist asshole" route. But I'm going to keep it real.
I rode the SEPTA R7 from Philly to Trenton for 8 years and personally
witnessed what you described on a daily basis. The details so exact it's
uncanny. Most of the time it was Mickey D's but my favorite were the
douchebags eating chinese food. Ribs are big with the brothers. I used to
love it when they would leave the bones on the seats. They would get fried
rice and rib juice all over the seat but manage to keep it off the Mitchell
& Ness" fro-back". I'm so glad I quit that fuckin' job and took one in the
suburbs. The horror of public transportation.


"Velveeta Chocodyle" wrote in message ...
> A run-of-the-mill nigger sat down across from me yesterday on the PATCO
> train,
> which connects the nigger havens of Philadelphia and Camden with the
> toothless,
> carpet cleaner-huffing hicks of South Jersey. This nigger was in full-on
> keeping
> it real regalia, wearing the nigger-approved "fro-back" football jersey
> (either
> bought from Mitchell & Ness with crack dealing profits, or shoplifted),
> matching
> oversized baseball cap with the stickers still on it, 30" faux-platinum
> chain, and
> toting a $300 cell phone.
>
> The nigger sits down and proceeds to "get his snack on," eating a bag of
> M.C.
> Donald's shit right under the "No Eating" sign. We all know that the
> nigger
> eschews most things involving Roman letters, but the sign in question was
> the
> universal circle/bar thing with a picture of food inside it. A five-year
> old with
> Down Syndrome could tell me what that sign means, but this is a nigger
> we're
> talking about! It's actually insulting to the Down's kid to compare him to
> a
> nigger; I'm sorry!
>
> Ten minutes later, the train pulls into Camden Broadway, where the nigger
> gets up
> quietly, takes the refuse from his tasty lunch, and places it in the
> nearest trash
> can upon disembarking the train and - AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Had you going for a
> minute,
> didn't I?!?
>
> Of course the nigger left his McTrash on his seat and the floor beneath
> it. Of
> course barbecue sauce was smudged all over the seat. Of course there was
> Hi-C
> spilled everywhere. Of course the nigger pushed past a couple of old
> ladies when
> getting off the train. Of course the nigger made a half hearted run of his
> pockets
> to find the ticket for the exit turnstile; a ticket he didn't have,
> because he
> didn't purchase one. Of course the nigger pretended to put a ticket into
> the
> handicapped turnstile before walking through the gate. Can you say
> 'Keeping It
> Real'? All that was missing was an argument over sneakers that ended in a
> felony!
>
> Of course, just because this is Deeandre's luck, this trip wasn't over;
> not by a
> damn sight!
>
> Camden is where Deeandre' catches the NJ Transit RiverLine light rail, to
> get
> back up Norff to his bitches 'n' hos. This "blight rail" connects Camden
> and
> Trenton, and it only cost the taxpayers about a billion dollars. What a
> bargain!!!
> I mean, how did we live without this for all these years? Anyway, it
> worked out
> that I had a 20-minute wait for the next blight rail. Greeeeeeat!!! For
> those of
> you not in the know, Palmer's crib is in Trenton, which is, to put it
> lightly, a
> fairly rough town. After surveying just this small slice of Camden, I was
> fully
> able to declare that, when compared with Camden, Trenton is fucking Utah.
> All you
> wannabe thugs here in Capital City would do well to go to Camden for a
> master
> class in Keeping it Real. And don't come back!
>
> I look up to see none other than our previously discussed run-of-the-mill
> nigger
> shucking and jiving his way across the tracks. Shiiiiiit, I've gotta spend
> another
> 45 minutes with this chimp?
>
> He stands about ten feet away from me, spewing some sort of rap
> (freestylin', I
> think they calls it), making hand gestures, and glaring at people. Oooooh,
> pleeeeease don't shoot me!
>
> The train arrives. The "blight rail" trip is essentially the PATCO trip in
> reverse, minus the fast food spectacle; pushing past civilized people,
> sitting in
> the designated handicapped seat, rapping, shucking, jiving, etc. Halfway
> to
> Trenton, a couple of fare enforcement officers boarded. Rather than "Fare
> Enforcement Officers," they should be called "Otherwise Unemployable Union
> Hacks
> Wearing Silly Uniforms." They have no problem berating and writing a $70
> ticket to
> some guy in business suit who honestly forgot to punch his ticket, but
> anyone who
> looks even slightly, uh, "urban?" No waaaaay they're getting in a bunch of
> shit
> over a $1.10 fare. Of course, the nigger could not produce a ticket for
> inspection. Again, the obligatory run of the pockets, and the "daaaaaaamn,
> where
> dat shit GO?" After about five minutes, the officers (3) shrugged their
> shoulders
> and allowed the nigger to enjoy the rest of his free ride to Trenton.
>
> What a fucking stereotype that ape was. Why is it that every time I take
> public
> transportation, my car looks just that little bit better?
>
>
> Kickin' it wit' my ho,
> -- Deeandre' Babydaddy
>
> http://tinyurl.com/y78flk
>
> http://tinyurl.com/89dlm
>
>
 >> Stay informed about: Keepin' It Real On da Rails!!! 

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lbjo wrote:

> After reading the first sentence I was going to go the whole "you are a
> racist asshole" route. But I'm going to keep it real.
> I rode the SEPTA R7 from Philly to Trenton for 8 years and personally
> witnessed what you described on a daily basis. The details so exact it's
> uncanny. Most of the time it was Mickey D's but my favorite were the
> douchebags eating chinese food. Ribs are big with the brothers. I used to
> love it when they would leave the bones on the seats. They would get fried
> rice and rib juice all over the seat but manage to keep it off the Mitchell
> & Ness" fro-back". I'm so glad I quit that fuckin' job and took one in the
> suburbs. The horror of public transportation.
>
>
> "Velveeta Chocodyle" wrote in message ...
>
>>A run-of-the-mill nigger sat down across from me yesterday on the PATCO
>>train,
>>which connects the nigger havens of Philadelphia and Camden with the
>>toothless,
>>carpet cleaner-huffing hicks of South Jersey. This nigger was in full-on
>>keeping
>>it real regalia, wearing the nigger-approved "fro-back" football jersey
>>(either
>>bought from Mitchell & Ness with crack dealing profits, or shoplifted),
>>matching
>>oversized baseball cap with the stickers still on it, 30" faux-platinum
>>chain, and
>>toting a $300 cell phone.
>>
>>The nigger sits down and proceeds to "get his snack on," eating a bag of
>>M.C.
>>Donald's shit right under the "No Eating" sign. We all know that the
>>nigger
>>eschews most things involving Roman letters, but the sign in question was
>>the
>>universal circle/bar thing with a picture of food inside it. A five-year
>>old with
>>Down Syndrome could tell me what that sign means, but this is a nigger
>>we're
>>talking about! It's actually insulting to the Down's kid to compare him to
>>a
>>nigger; I'm sorry!
>>
>>Ten minutes later, the train pulls into Camden Broadway, where the nigger
>>gets up
>>quietly, takes the refuse from his tasty lunch, and places it in the
>>nearest trash
>>can upon disembarking the train and - AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Had you going for a
>>minute,
>>didn't I?!?
>>
>>Of course the nigger left his McTrash on his seat and the floor beneath
>>it. Of
>>course barbecue sauce was smudged all over the seat. Of course there was
>>Hi-C
>>spilled everywhere. Of course the nigger pushed past a couple of old
>>ladies when
>>getting off the train. Of course the nigger made a half hearted run of his
>>pockets
>>to find the ticket for the exit turnstile; a ticket he didn't have,
>>because he
>>didn't purchase one. Of course the nigger pretended to put a ticket into
>>the
>>handicapped turnstile before walking through the gate. Can you say
>>'Keeping It
>>Real'? All that was missing was an argument over sneakers that ended in a
>>felony!
>>
>>Of course, just because this is Deeandre's luck, this trip wasn't over;
>>not by a
>>damn sight!
>>
>>Camden is where Deeandre' catches the NJ Transit RiverLine light rail, to
>>get
>>back up Norff to his bitches 'n' hos. This "blight rail" connects Camden
>>and
>>Trenton, and it only cost the taxpayers about a billion dollars. What a
>>bargain!!!
>>I mean, how did we live without this for all these years? Anyway, it
>>worked out
>>that I had a 20-minute wait for the next blight rail. Greeeeeeat!!! For
>>those of
>>you not in the know, Palmer's crib is in Trenton, which is, to put it
>>lightly, a
>>fairly rough town. After surveying just this small slice of Camden, I was
>>fully
>>able to declare that, when compared with Camden, Trenton is fucking Utah.
>>All you
>>wannabe thugs here in Capital City would do well to go to Camden for a
>>master
>>class in Keeping it Real. And don't come back!
>>
>>I look up to see none other than our previously discussed run-of-the-mill
>>nigger
>>shucking and jiving his way across the tracks. Shiiiiiit, I've gotta spend
>>another
>>45 minutes with this chimp?
>>
>>He stands about ten feet away from me, spewing some sort of rap
>>(freestylin', I
>>think they calls it), making hand gestures, and glaring at people. Oooooh,
>>pleeeeease don't shoot me!
>>
>>The train arrives. The "blight rail" trip is essentially the PATCO trip in
>>reverse, minus the fast food spectacle; pushing past civilized people,
>>sitting in
>>the designated handicapped seat, rapping, shucking, jiving, etc. Halfway
>>to
>>Trenton, a couple of fare enforcement officers boarded. Rather than "Fare
>>Enforcement Officers," they should be called "Otherwise Unemployable Union
>>Hacks
>>Wearing Silly Uniforms." They have no problem berating and writing a $70
>>ticket to
>>some guy in business suit who honestly forgot to punch his ticket, but
>>anyone who
>>looks even slightly, uh, "urban?" No waaaaay they're getting in a bunch of
>>shit
>>over a $1.10 fare. Of course, the nigger could not produce a ticket for
>>inspection. Again, the obligatory run of the pockets, and the "daaaaaaamn,
>>where
>>dat shit GO?" After about five minutes, the officers (3) shrugged their
>>shoulders
>>and allowed the nigger to enjoy the rest of his free ride to Trenton.
>>
>>What a fucking stereotype that ape was. Why is it that every time I take
>>public
>>transportation, my car looks just that little bit better?
>>
>>
>>Kickin' it wit' my ho,
>>-- Deeandre' Babydaddy
>>
>>http://tinyurl.com/y78flk
>>
>>http://tinyurl.com/89dlm
>>
>>
>
>
>
 >> Stay informed about: Keepin' It Real On da Rails!!! 

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lbjo wrote:

> After reading the first sentence I was going to go the whole "you are a
> racist asshole" route. But I'm going to keep it real.
> I rode the SEPTA R7 from Philly to Trenton for 8 years and personally
> witnessed what you described on a daily basis. The details so exact it's
> uncanny. Most of the time it was Mickey D's but my favorite were the
> douchebags eating chinese food. Ribs are big with the brothers. I used to
> love it when they would leave the bones on the seats. They would get fried
> rice and rib juice all over the seat but manage to keep it off the Mitchell
> & Ness" fro-back". I'm so glad I quit that fuckin' job and took one in the
> suburbs. The horror of public transportation.
>
>
> "Velveeta Chocodyle" wrote in message ...
>
>>A run-of-the-mill nigger sat down across from me yesterday on the PATCO
>>train,
>>which connects the nigger havens of Philadelphia and Camden with the
>>toothless,
>>carpet cleaner-huffing hicks of South Jersey. This nigger was in full-on
>>keeping
>>it real regalia, wearing the nigger-approved "fro-back" football jersey
>>(either
>>bought from Mitchell & Ness with crack dealing profits, or shoplifted),
>>matching
>>oversized baseball cap with the stickers still on it, 30" faux-platinum
>>chain, and
>>toting a $300 cell phone.
>>
>>The nigger sits down and proceeds to "get his snack on," eating a bag of
>>M.C.
>>Donald's shit right under the "No Eating" sign. We all know that the
>>nigger
>>eschews most things involving Roman letters, but the sign in question was
>>the
>>universal circle/bar thing with a picture of food inside it. A five-year
>>old with
>>Down Syndrome could tell me what that sign means, but this is a nigger
>>we're
>>talking about! It's actually insulting to the Down's kid to compare him to
>>a
>>nigger; I'm sorry!
>>
>>Ten minutes later, the train pulls into Camden Broadway, where the nigger
>>gets up
>>quietly, takes the refuse from his tasty lunch, and places it in the
>>nearest trash
>>can upon disembarking the train and - AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Had you going for a
>>minute,
>>didn't I?!?
>>
>>Of course the nigger left his McTrash on his seat and the floor beneath
>>it. Of
>>course barbecue sauce was smudged all over the seat. Of course there was
>>Hi-C
>>spilled everywhere. Of course the nigger pushed past a couple of old
>>ladies when
>>getting off the train. Of course the nigger made a half hearted run of his
>>pockets
>>to find the ticket for the exit turnstile; a ticket he didn't have,
>>because he
>>didn't purchase one. Of course the nigger pretended to put a ticket into
>>the
>>handicapped turnstile before walking through the gate. Can you say
>>'Keeping It
>>Real'? All that was missing was an argument over sneakers that ended in a
>>felony!
>>
>>Of course, just because this is Deeandre's luck, this trip wasn't over;
>>not by a
>>damn sight!
>>
>>Camden is where Deeandre' catches the NJ Transit RiverLine light rail, to
>>get
>>back up Norff to his bitches 'n' hos. This "blight rail" connects Camden
>>and
>>Trenton, and it only cost the taxpayers about a billion dollars. What a
>>bargain!!!
>>I mean, how did we live without this for all these years? Anyway, it
>>worked out
>>that I had a 20-minute wait for the next blight rail. Greeeeeeat!!! For
>>those of
>>you not in the know, Palmer's crib is in Trenton, which is, to put it
>>lightly, a
>>fairly rough town. After surveying just this small slice of Camden, I was
>>fully
>>able to declare that, when compared with Camden, Trenton is fucking Utah.
>>All you
>>wannabe thugs here in Capital City would do well to go to Camden for a
>>master
>>class in Keeping it Real. And don't come back!
>>
>>I look up to see none other than our previously discussed run-of-the-mill
>>nigger
>>shucking and jiving his way across the tracks. Shiiiiiit, I've gotta spend
>>another
>>45 minutes with this chimp?
>>
>>He stands about ten feet away from me, spewing some sort of rap
>>(freestylin', I
>>think they calls it), making hand gestures, and glaring at people. Oooooh,
>>pleeeeease don't shoot me!
>>
>>The train arrives. The "blight rail" trip is essentially the PATCO trip in
>>reverse, minus the fast food spectacle; pushing past civilized people,
>>sitting in
>>the designated handicapped seat, rapping, shucking, jiving, etc. Halfway
>>to
>>Trenton, a couple of fare enforcement officers boarded. Rather than "Fare
>>Enforcement Officers," they should be called "Otherwise Unemployable Union
>>Hacks
>>Wearing Silly Uniforms." They have no problem berating and writing a $70
>>ticket to
>>some guy in business suit who honestly forgot to punch his ticket, but
>>anyone who
>>looks even slightly, uh, "urban?" No waaaaay they're getting in a bunch of
>>shit
>>over a $1.10 fare. Of course, the nigger could not produce a ticket for
>>inspection. Again, the obligatory run of the pockets, and the "daaaaaaamn,
>>where
>>dat shit GO?" After about five minutes, the officers (3) shrugged their
>>shoulders
>>and allowed the nigger to enjoy the rest of his free ride to Trenton.
>>
>>What a fucking stereotype that ape was. Why is it that every time I take
>>public
>>transportation, my car looks just that little bit better?
>>
>>
>>Kickin' it wit' my ho,
>>-- Deeandre' Babydaddy
>>
>>http://tinyurl.com/y78flk
>>
>>http://tinyurl.com/89dlm
>>
>>
>
>
>
 >> Stay informed about: Keepin' It Real On da Rails!!!