Alligatorjandro
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The Black Culture Thread |OT11| In This Salon, Everyone Gets A Perm
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Discotheque
Banned
i think she chose to leave. they gave her a good arc too.
Angelus Errare
Banned
Jonathan Nolan stated anyone can be offed at anytime. She didn't know her character was dying until just a few weeks before. Nolan couldn't handle a show with 3 badass chicks running around putting rounds in a bunch of musclar men.
i tried to hate on POI but that shit is legit.
Princess Carl
Member
Sorry but I hope I can vent here:
I've grown so tired of trying not to care, I now relish waking every morning seething with rage for this piece of shit country we live in just so I know I'm not crazy.
I feel completely alien, because the rest of the country seems to have no problem pretending day in and day out this whole thing we call humanity isn't immensely fucked up. And then you get to listen to people tell you to stop complaining like the world we live in is good enough. I wanna fucking shake the hate out of those people. You might call it apathy, but its hate.
I'm so fucking sick of it, I'm ready to fight.
I've grown so tired of trying not to care, I now relish waking every morning seething with rage for this piece of shit country we live in just so I know I'm not crazy.
I feel completely alien, because the rest of the country seems to have no problem pretending day in and day out this whole thing we call humanity isn't immensely fucked up. And then you get to listen to people tell you to stop complaining like the world we live in is good enough. I wanna fucking shake the hate out of those people. You might call it apathy, but its hate.
I'm so fucking sick of it, I'm ready to fight.
hillsighed
Member
Yo DY, have you tried Helldivers yet? It's preeeeety good.
a couple OTs ago we had like three pages of people talking about getting the hell out of America. Your sentiment is not a rare one.
So I'm a bit high right now and eating BBQ ribs and double-stuff oreos.
Man, there would have been, like, NO room for Beyonce in the solo game if Aaliyah hadn't died. Between Brandy, Monica, Mya, Ashanti and Aaliyah the public wouldn't have been able to notice her enough to care.
Those girls were like the Inner Senshi of the R&B game, protecting the industry from the Dark Kingdom (Houston, Texas).
Man, there would have been, like, NO room for Beyonce in the solo game if Aaliyah hadn't died. Between Brandy, Monica, Mya, Ashanti and Aaliyah the public wouldn't have been able to notice her enough to care.
Those girls were like the Inner Senshi of the R&B game, protecting the industry from the Dark Kingdom (Houston, Texas).
Alligatorjandro
Banned
The whole world is highly, highly fucked up. Like even worse than you think.
NipplesAndToes23
Member
I never liked where Monica's music went after her Miss Thang, but Brandy definitely fell off after the 90's. Mya felt like she didn't stay around long at all and the same for Ashanti, but I don't really like either of their music. Aaliyah would have probably been at the forefront though.
Princess Carl
Member
I have a pretty good handle on it, I just wanted to narrow my rage a tad lol.
I used to smoke bud to slow my brain down because of how shit I felt unable to stop thinking about it. Now, fuck it, I embrace it.
NSFW and extremely upsetting. Linked for a reason.
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But you know. Racism is dead.
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Published in 2010
But you know. Racism is dead.
Alligatorjandro
Banned
what in the name of fuck
andthebeatgoeson
Junior Member
I'm not even upset, dreamy. They can't even keep the bull shit clear. Smelly? Still amateur hour.
I found it on tumblr and had to verify. Dude actually has the audacity to he's not racist.
But 2010 bruh.
ashanti wouldnt have lasted long.
You sure this wasn't from the 60's?
Absolutely. Google Tea Party Comix.
Yo. I don't know what I was expecting from the Robinson thread, but it certainly wasn't this.
User 73706
Banned
I was trying to animate an assassination for one of my dudes but couldn't pose them worth shit, so I ended up doing this instead:
The guy's from an amorphous race with dilatant bodies, so when he has to go on missions with shock troopers he can contort into his own drop pod. (pic below's a bit outdated, tho)
The guy's from an amorphous race with dilatant bodies, so when he has to go on missions with shock troopers he can contort into his own drop pod. (pic below's a bit outdated, tho)
Alligatorjandro
Banned
Somebody posted a "what about black on black violence" in that Robinson thread.
I really feel like GAF members are trolling sometimes.
That is par for course for that poster in race and racism threads.
Big Baybee
Member
I can't tell if that "what about black on black crime" post was serious or not.
You know I was never too fond of the Black Dynamite cartoon show but reading up a bit more on LeSean Thomas and looking through his twitter, this man has/is doing cool stuff. I wish him the best 
I clicked on one because all I saw was NSFW and was thinking "boobies?". Fuck me for clicking that but I guess that will teach me to actually read :/
I clicked on one because all I saw was NSFW and was thinking "boobies?". Fuck me for clicking that but I guess that will teach me to actually read
:/Boss Riovane
Member
Previously on Season 1 of Life and Times......
Hi kids. Hello Family. Welcome Gentlemen, Ladies and Kids to the Greatest Goddamn Show on Earth. A cautionary tale that started off as more of an exercise in futility and writing practice. Its that time of year. That time where I need to get my thoughts out. And without further ado, since I know you cats have been clamoring for my story, actually you probably havent but fuck it. I do what I do. Hopefully this will give Moris enough of a precursor to the "event" we got planned. Like a brother on the street hocking a mixtape.....
Lets see where I left off. Oh yeah, the move. Jail. Possible transgendered strippers. Love of 2 women. The glorious sex with an overweight lover with mad head skills. The chair. The goddamn chair. The kicking out of the house of one of the finest women in existence. Damn so much to say. So much to tell. Where in fucks name do I begin.....
I kicked Snowflake out of my house quicker then a devout religious zealot disowning a gay child. As beautiful and talented and sexy as she is, she broke the cardinal rule of family and friendship:
Acknowledgement.
I sat there in the county jail, an hour late for work awaiting her dismissal. I called in every favor that I could, to make this happen. I contacted an old biker buddy who was a bondsman, set it up. Called her friend, to assist as her bondee. See folks, I was deemed ineligible because I wouldnt be in the state long enough. I was very happy with that. I had made up my mind as I drove to pick her up, that if she didnt at least acknowledge my help, then I was gonna say fuck her. It was already planned, because as you well know dear listeners, I am always thinking 10 steps ahead. I sat there with her friend and watched the glass awaiting her to walk out of holding. Minutes felt like hours, not because of anticipation, but because of the new guy I got holding it down at the office was unsupervised. That bothered me. But this is for a friend..... I can so laugh at that statement now. Anywho, Snowflake walked out escorted by the sherriffs finest, still wearing the same clothes I dropped her off in. A forward thinking man would have brought her a change of clothes, I am that forward thinking. She smiled as she saw her friend. She looked at me with a smirk, laughing that I was her "big guy". I handed over her cellphone, while she signed away a check and a deal that she would show up to court and not have contact with her kids.After everything was complete, the 3 of us walked out into the night. We hopped in the car, and I began to drive. I felt like I was Hoke Coleburn. Snowflake began to go on with an enchanting tale of how nasty everything was. How females didnt have tampons, and just outright bled in holding all over their legs and the floors. How she felt a sisterhood with her fellow inmates. Pardon me, but the broad was in their only 3 goddamn days. Anywho, she continued, and not once did she say thanks. I held my tongue for 4 goddamn miles. 4. The reason it wasnt anymore was because she started talking about the married guy she fucking as the one who helped her through this. See, family, game recognize game. No hate at all. But if I am your nigga, and I am bending over backwards to assist you. Then by god, tell a nigga thank you. This married motherfucker was worried about his wife, not his side bitch in the clink. But like any scandalous female caught up with the dick, she did her. So me. Yeah me. I did me. Family, I went the fuck off. I went goddamn ham.
"Fuck you, you ungrateful bitch. I take you into my apartment. I move your shit out of your dilapidated apartment, I drive your dogs to get dropped off. I take care of every goddamn thing in your life. I am the only mother fucker that has been there for you thick and motherfucking thin, and you cant tell me thank you. I am not asking to fuck, I got females for that, I am not asking for head, I got females for that. But a goddamn thank you friend to friend is all I ask. Thats it, you ungrateful motherfucker. You dont know how hard it is to get anybody to care for your ungrateful ass. You dont even tell your girl thank you. Hell she took in your goddamn kids. and signed for your bond. So fuck you. When we get to the crib, get a fucking shower, cause you reek, and pack your shit and get gone. And clean up the dog shit off my patio. Fuck your dogs too."
I have never seen 2 white women more afraid of a black man. Snowflake was fucking stunned. Jail and now homeless. And not one iota of remorse did our intrepid hero feel. We arrived at my apartment in silence. I walked in grab some gear from work, and told her friend to come to the job when she is done getting her shit. An hour later, there was a knock at my office, and the friend walked in. We embraced because well.... thats another story. She told me how I scared her. I apologized and explained my side more calmly. She said thank you for everything, and I told her that even though you can love someone, you have to be able to let go. We stared at each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity. We embraced and she left. I drove to my apartment and locked everything away. One loose end down. Only 99 problems to go.
Time passed much faster then expected, I got my taxes back. Paid off my apartment, broke the lease and cut off the power and cable. I finished out my jobs last days uneventfully. I walked away a damn legend. I slept good for the first time in a long while. I still have nightmares about the accident. But nothing could shake the fact that in 8 days I was putting Georgia in my rearview. The first night I spent with friends at the Clermont Lounge. Nothing like seeing a 60 year old stripper dressed like Dorothy Gale getting it on stage. Some people describe it as where strippers go to die. They would be correct. But in the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king. So there were 2 females that were fanfuckingtastic. There was only one problem with one that wasnt present in the other. We will call the first broad Robocop aka Tits McGee. Absolute banging body. Enough to put some of these video vixens to shame. But like her apt name, the bitch danced like she was cleaning up OCP trash. Moved like a goddamn ED209 trying to descend stairs. But the glorious mammaries my friends. That posterior, family. She got my money. And then we have the number one female. Imagine if you will, this bad ass ivory female. Like a shit brickhouse. She had it all. Long blond hair, the body of an 80s animated heroine. Tatted up from stem to stern. This was all class. And my god could she dance. This was an entertainer. A fucking class SSS. Cant get no better. So I sat dressed like a Colombian Drug lord, and my boy dressed like an evil pharmaceutical rep. We were like kings with our friends. I got loud and crazy and drunk. I was approached by this one female who wanted not only the D, but some cocaine. I told her I wasnt carrying, and still she felt up the pants leg trying to get a rise. Nothing like pulling a chick finer then the entertainers while you there with one of the women who loves you. Oh I totally forgot to add that I was out with one of my loves. She took care of me during my drunken stupor. This was the second night I slept fantastic. I woke with some morning wood and she chopped it down. Lets just say yay for whiskey dick and over the counter longevity pills from crooked convenience stores. (Im not bullshitting, Stiff Nights is the jam. I was a goddamn sexual Tyrannosaurus.)
But that leaves 7 days left. I continued my farewell tour where it began all those years ago. I saw the first woman I fell in love with. It wasnt supposed to happen but it did. I was the reason her life was in shambles. Nothing like hearing that her husband found out about our tryst years later and destroys the house with racial epithets and getting called nigger lover every day for the rest of her life. Well lets just say this, getting acknowledgement years later that I am still loved was an amazing way to go out. I mean I was getting closure. Fucking closure for once. I had women loving me, friends who adored me, admirers who worshipped my feet. I was king of the goddamn world.
I am a goddamn legend.
I paid the cost.
A high cost.
But I am the fucking boss.
And then it hit me. Fuck. I am walking away from all of this. I am getting closure. Fucking closure. Damn.
5 days left.
I began the final planning stages of my going away party. I had sold my excess furniture. Gotten rid of all my unwanted items. Pocket full of cash and bills were paid. All that was left was packing. So who did I call but the one woman who would come through in a pinch.
My Sub.
My beautiful, adorable Sub.
2 days left and she woke me in nothing but shorts and a tanktop. It was 45 degree weather and I had her for the next couple days to my lonesome. I watched her pack away my clothes, that beautiful ivory skin and supple ass walking in UnderArmor shorts through my emptying apartment. But, dear readers, there was a code of honor between my sub and I. She had a man now. I gave her away. But for the next 2 days, she was mine to order around. And nothing happened. There were times when we were face to face having will they and wont they moments. But nothing happened. But the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I watched her pack, and had to fight not to touch myself. So to alleviate that, I called another on my list to relieve my stress. Head did perfectly. A big girl with skill was all that was required. And by god did she have it. Mid slurp I decided to call my Sub. I knew I couldnt touch her, but talking is not touching. So while I am receiving spectacular farewell dome, I am hearing her voice. My eyes rolling to the back of my head while I heard her breathing in the phone. I had no fucks to give. My "headmistress" continued to do fantastic work, motivated by the fact that I LET her touch my shaft. She didnt care that my eyes were closed and I was talking to another female more worthy on the other end. I mean come on family, this is my goddamn tour. My fucking rules.
I am a goddamn legend.
I dont need to describe my release. It was as you would have expected. But needless to say it was a solid goodbye. But I had one day left, and that was a farewell party thrown in my honor. But I got to keep you cats coming back for more. So I think we will end it here. But dont fret dear reader. I am back. Riovane. Revanche. Whatever you choose to call me I am back. And I still have another detail to discuss. Ill give you this tidbit.
You ever wonder what would happen when 2 women who know I am fucking them, know I love them both and know about each other finally meet for the first time. 2 women who love the same man unconditionally, meeting and drinking together. What would happen you wonder?
Shishkabobs.
Yeah, fucking shishkabobs.
To be motherfucking continued....
Hi kids. Hello Family. Welcome Gentlemen, Ladies and Kids to the Greatest Goddamn Show on Earth. A cautionary tale that started off as more of an exercise in futility and writing practice. Its that time of year. That time where I need to get my thoughts out. And without further ado, since I know you cats have been clamoring for my story, actually you probably havent but fuck it. I do what I do. Hopefully this will give Moris enough of a precursor to the "event" we got planned. Like a brother on the street hocking a mixtape.....
Lets see where I left off. Oh yeah, the move. Jail. Possible transgendered strippers. Love of 2 women. The glorious sex with an overweight lover with mad head skills. The chair. The goddamn chair. The kicking out of the house of one of the finest women in existence. Damn so much to say. So much to tell. Where in fucks name do I begin.....
I kicked Snowflake out of my house quicker then a devout religious zealot disowning a gay child. As beautiful and talented and sexy as she is, she broke the cardinal rule of family and friendship:
Acknowledgement.
I sat there in the county jail, an hour late for work awaiting her dismissal. I called in every favor that I could, to make this happen. I contacted an old biker buddy who was a bondsman, set it up. Called her friend, to assist as her bondee. See folks, I was deemed ineligible because I wouldnt be in the state long enough. I was very happy with that. I had made up my mind as I drove to pick her up, that if she didnt at least acknowledge my help, then I was gonna say fuck her. It was already planned, because as you well know dear listeners, I am always thinking 10 steps ahead. I sat there with her friend and watched the glass awaiting her to walk out of holding. Minutes felt like hours, not because of anticipation, but because of the new guy I got holding it down at the office was unsupervised. That bothered me. But this is for a friend..... I can so laugh at that statement now. Anywho, Snowflake walked out escorted by the sherriffs finest, still wearing the same clothes I dropped her off in. A forward thinking man would have brought her a change of clothes, I am that forward thinking. She smiled as she saw her friend. She looked at me with a smirk, laughing that I was her "big guy". I handed over her cellphone, while she signed away a check and a deal that she would show up to court and not have contact with her kids.After everything was complete, the 3 of us walked out into the night. We hopped in the car, and I began to drive. I felt like I was Hoke Coleburn. Snowflake began to go on with an enchanting tale of how nasty everything was. How females didnt have tampons, and just outright bled in holding all over their legs and the floors. How she felt a sisterhood with her fellow inmates. Pardon me, but the broad was in their only 3 goddamn days. Anywho, she continued, and not once did she say thanks. I held my tongue for 4 goddamn miles. 4. The reason it wasnt anymore was because she started talking about the married guy she fucking as the one who helped her through this. See, family, game recognize game. No hate at all. But if I am your nigga, and I am bending over backwards to assist you. Then by god, tell a nigga thank you. This married motherfucker was worried about his wife, not his side bitch in the clink. But like any scandalous female caught up with the dick, she did her. So me. Yeah me. I did me. Family, I went the fuck off. I went goddamn ham.
"Fuck you, you ungrateful bitch. I take you into my apartment. I move your shit out of your dilapidated apartment, I drive your dogs to get dropped off. I take care of every goddamn thing in your life. I am the only mother fucker that has been there for you thick and motherfucking thin, and you cant tell me thank you. I am not asking to fuck, I got females for that, I am not asking for head, I got females for that. But a goddamn thank you friend to friend is all I ask. Thats it, you ungrateful motherfucker. You dont know how hard it is to get anybody to care for your ungrateful ass. You dont even tell your girl thank you. Hell she took in your goddamn kids. and signed for your bond. So fuck you. When we get to the crib, get a fucking shower, cause you reek, and pack your shit and get gone. And clean up the dog shit off my patio. Fuck your dogs too."
I have never seen 2 white women more afraid of a black man. Snowflake was fucking stunned. Jail and now homeless. And not one iota of remorse did our intrepid hero feel. We arrived at my apartment in silence. I walked in grab some gear from work, and told her friend to come to the job when she is done getting her shit. An hour later, there was a knock at my office, and the friend walked in. We embraced because well.... thats another story. She told me how I scared her. I apologized and explained my side more calmly. She said thank you for everything, and I told her that even though you can love someone, you have to be able to let go. We stared at each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity. We embraced and she left. I drove to my apartment and locked everything away. One loose end down. Only 99 problems to go.
Time passed much faster then expected, I got my taxes back. Paid off my apartment, broke the lease and cut off the power and cable. I finished out my jobs last days uneventfully. I walked away a damn legend. I slept good for the first time in a long while. I still have nightmares about the accident. But nothing could shake the fact that in 8 days I was putting Georgia in my rearview. The first night I spent with friends at the Clermont Lounge. Nothing like seeing a 60 year old stripper dressed like Dorothy Gale getting it on stage. Some people describe it as where strippers go to die. They would be correct. But in the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king. So there were 2 females that were fanfuckingtastic. There was only one problem with one that wasnt present in the other. We will call the first broad Robocop aka Tits McGee. Absolute banging body. Enough to put some of these video vixens to shame. But like her apt name, the bitch danced like she was cleaning up OCP trash. Moved like a goddamn ED209 trying to descend stairs. But the glorious mammaries my friends. That posterior, family. She got my money. And then we have the number one female. Imagine if you will, this bad ass ivory female. Like a shit brickhouse. She had it all. Long blond hair, the body of an 80s animated heroine. Tatted up from stem to stern. This was all class. And my god could she dance. This was an entertainer. A fucking class SSS. Cant get no better. So I sat dressed like a Colombian Drug lord, and my boy dressed like an evil pharmaceutical rep. We were like kings with our friends. I got loud and crazy and drunk. I was approached by this one female who wanted not only the D, but some cocaine. I told her I wasnt carrying, and still she felt up the pants leg trying to get a rise. Nothing like pulling a chick finer then the entertainers while you there with one of the women who loves you. Oh I totally forgot to add that I was out with one of my loves. She took care of me during my drunken stupor. This was the second night I slept fantastic. I woke with some morning wood and she chopped it down. Lets just say yay for whiskey dick and over the counter longevity pills from crooked convenience stores. (Im not bullshitting, Stiff Nights is the jam. I was a goddamn sexual Tyrannosaurus.)
But that leaves 7 days left. I continued my farewell tour where it began all those years ago. I saw the first woman I fell in love with. It wasnt supposed to happen but it did. I was the reason her life was in shambles. Nothing like hearing that her husband found out about our tryst years later and destroys the house with racial epithets and getting called nigger lover every day for the rest of her life. Well lets just say this, getting acknowledgement years later that I am still loved was an amazing way to go out. I mean I was getting closure. Fucking closure for once. I had women loving me, friends who adored me, admirers who worshipped my feet. I was king of the goddamn world.
I am a goddamn legend.
I paid the cost.
A high cost.
But I am the fucking boss.
And then it hit me. Fuck. I am walking away from all of this. I am getting closure. Fucking closure. Damn.
5 days left.
I began the final planning stages of my going away party. I had sold my excess furniture. Gotten rid of all my unwanted items. Pocket full of cash and bills were paid. All that was left was packing. So who did I call but the one woman who would come through in a pinch.
My Sub.
My beautiful, adorable Sub.
2 days left and she woke me in nothing but shorts and a tanktop. It was 45 degree weather and I had her for the next couple days to my lonesome. I watched her pack away my clothes, that beautiful ivory skin and supple ass walking in UnderArmor shorts through my emptying apartment. But, dear readers, there was a code of honor between my sub and I. She had a man now. I gave her away. But for the next 2 days, she was mine to order around. And nothing happened. There were times when we were face to face having will they and wont they moments. But nothing happened. But the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I watched her pack, and had to fight not to touch myself. So to alleviate that, I called another on my list to relieve my stress. Head did perfectly. A big girl with skill was all that was required. And by god did she have it. Mid slurp I decided to call my Sub. I knew I couldnt touch her, but talking is not touching. So while I am receiving spectacular farewell dome, I am hearing her voice. My eyes rolling to the back of my head while I heard her breathing in the phone. I had no fucks to give. My "headmistress" continued to do fantastic work, motivated by the fact that I LET her touch my shaft. She didnt care that my eyes were closed and I was talking to another female more worthy on the other end. I mean come on family, this is my goddamn tour. My fucking rules.
I am a goddamn legend.
I dont need to describe my release. It was as you would have expected. But needless to say it was a solid goodbye. But I had one day left, and that was a farewell party thrown in my honor. But I got to keep you cats coming back for more. So I think we will end it here. But dont fret dear reader. I am back. Riovane. Revanche. Whatever you choose to call me I am back. And I still have another detail to discuss. Ill give you this tidbit.
You ever wonder what would happen when 2 women who know I am fucking them, know I love them both and know about each other finally meet for the first time. 2 women who love the same man unconditionally, meeting and drinking together. What would happen you wonder?
Shishkabobs.
Yeah, fucking shishkabobs.
To be motherfucking continued....
Boss Riovane
Member
oh im not thriving at all. I just got internet capabilities. I got a LONG journey ahead
Prototype Viktor
Member
got to remix the song to it takes 3 to make it out of sight
double jump
you haven't lived until a random little kid ask you "how do you make love".
TheBlackMarvel
Member
It has been too long since the last Story Time with Rev. Welcome back.
MikeBreezy92
Member
Well shit..Rev..that was excellent lol
Angelus Errare
Banned
This. Welcome back Rev
Young Magus
Junior Member
Nice to see ya back Rev.
andthebeatgoeson
Junior Member
Of course my alarm doesn't go off. The one day of the year. But that extra sleep was worth. Probably won't get a migraine.
Rev, didn't think I would make it thru that story but you got a way for talking.
Yeah but they about as blunt as a rusted nail cleaner. No form or finesse. More comical. Or Xbox live. And screw the year because I can play videogames and get called these same things. Mlk didn't have to deal with that.
Rev, didn't think I would make it thru that story but you got a way for talking.
Yeah but they about as blunt as a rusted nail cleaner. No form or finesse. More comical. Or Xbox live. And screw the year because I can play videogames and get called these same things. Mlk didn't have to deal with that.
Angelus Errare
Banned
Man Taraji is straight savage right now on Person of Interest!! Chick is playin NO games!
That was the dude who went into my thread about historical accuracy in games and demanded that I start complaining about white people not being in Dynasty Warrior-type games because it bothered him.
Boss Riovane
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To the new members of the family, welcome this is something I do every once in a while. To the rest of you cats, I told you I was coming back hard.
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