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I was next to my chill smoker irl school friend that has nettspends complexion and Kurt Cobains hair and face in a field trip park or something and was having a good time riding the rollercoasters. Then there was this group of above average makeup frauded white girls that were interrupting our fun by asking me weird questions until one of them accidentally spitted on my pants while talking so I said out loud, "n***a what?" A group of average black people meaning skinny above average in height darkskins and beautiful chocolate black goddesses with the edges and everything a man would kill for overheard me. So one of them a light-skinned skinny dude around my age wearing braids and square goggle looking glasses looked at me with a weird look. Then I said "You gotta understand. It was completely reasonable. She just spitted on me out of nowhere. And then he asked me "You like birks? I said "Huh? Then he said "You like white chicks?" So I answered no. Then he asked if I liked black girls so I answered yeah right in front of them like the low inhib demon I am. "I like them like mixed, with color. I dont want a pale white chick." It looked like he started to like my attitude being completely straight forward. Then I said an awkward joke that was in his words, "the top 50km jokes." So me and his got on the rollercoasters and slowly started to just laugh our asses off at that joke until I woke up in this dark lonely room realizing it was all in my head and I dont have real friends like that.
Its cool because after writing the story, I see details that reference irl things.
Its cool because after writing the story, I see details that reference irl things.
