I said “I had a hole in the seat of my pants darned, do it look ok?” the man from the rest area bent over to check.

I grabbed his head and pulled inwards and asswards, his nose going between my cheeks and 1/4 damn inch inside my bootyhole. I relaxed my bowels and unleashed a bountiful bootyhole bonanza of air on this cracker’s nose.

“Omg it smells so terrible, like farmented n***** s***!” this queer white said.

I slapped his mouth and said “don’t ever say that word again!”

“N*****?” He asked.

“No, farmented” I said, “I ain’t knowing what that word means, don’t insult my intelligence!”

Last time I ever meet a honky queer at the pickle park without demanding two bufords for my trouble.