If you’re a cracker you have three jobs:

– Fill my belly
– S*** my n***** c***
– don’t ask me for s***

Making me leave a tip at a restaurant or not draining my balls is like reinstituting slavery. I brought some white home yesterday and had to beat the s*** out of him because he wouldn’t s*** my c***. He said it smelled bad. F*** you whitey! Do your job you worthless white!

Love,
The Prestonian®