Don’t even mention Cleos to me. I drove all the way down from Atlanta to finally experience Cleos and they must have changed the format to a sports bar type place. I got a hotel room nearby and put on a white t shirt and short shorts. I used a sharpie and wrote WHITE S*** on the shirt and took an Uber to Cleos (I was expecting to get really drunk and poppered).

When I walked in it was full of breeders and big screen tv sets. I saw people looking at my t shirt and laughing. I even did an enema and greased up in preparation. I was so humiliated.

I went to the alley behind the bar and began crying uncontrollably. Just then a gentle black man asked me what’s wrong and I told him everything. That I felt bad about what’s going on in this country and I wanted to be used and abused by hung and jacked black bucks. That I hoped cleophus would cure me and this country of racism.

He said “well I’m Cleophus and you better bend that a** over right now jack”. My tears of anguish suddenly turned to tears of joy as Cleophus whipped out his prodigious weapon and “split my cheeks”. Cleo fucked me raw for 20 minutes before emptying his sack of niggerjizz in my “backsnatch”.

Afterwards I went to give Cleo a hug and he open hand b**** slapped my face and said “I ain’t hugging no white f*****”

A bad experience ended up becoming one of the most romantic and rewarding evenings of my life.

I went back the next night and they told me Cleo had died the previous year 😯

TL; DR: I got blackfucked by a homeless guy behind Cleos who claimed to be Cleo but probably wasn’t.