Just bought 12 niggers off the slave auction

>just bought 12 niggers off the slave auction
In the age of robots, user even if it were the 90s they're more trouble than they're worth.

Yea, anything >0 is a scam.

Your wife needed some company?

DUDE i just LOVE the hustle and bustle of the big slave auction, it’s so DYNAMIC and makes me feel like i’m in one of my favourite MINSTREL SHOWS. You should totally come on down to my plantation, it’s got EXPOSED RED BRICK walls and everything, we can crack open a nice sweet tea or three and get crazy watching some drakes sing and dance! and dude, dude, DUDE, we have GOTTA go down to the Buck Breaking- listen here, right, it’s a PLACE where us SLAVE OWNERS who do SLAVE OWNING can go BREAK BUCKS. BUT!!!! it’s also an CARNIVAL like when we were kids, so we can play awesome CARNIVAL GAMES, without dumb kids bothering us. Speaking of which Susannah and I have finally decided to tie the knot- literally -we’re both hanging some slaves tomorrow, that way we can save money to spent more on ourselves and our FURBABIES. i’m fuckin JACKED man, i’m gonna SLAM this sweet tea and pop open another one!!

Traditions are sacred down here in ‘ol Dixie Land. Matter a fact, a family tradition been passed down to my brother Jacob an I from our daddy, his daddy, and even his daddy ‘fo him. Some say traditions are old fashioned an outdated; don’t you go payin’ them niggroes an Yankee folk no mind, though, ya hear? My daddy done rastled up a most peculiar of niggroes. Now this niggro was the downright meanest sumbitch I’d ever seen. Hoopin’ an a hollerin’ the way dem darkies do. Well, one fine Sunday mornin’ ‘fo church, Nigga Jim, see that’s what we called him on account a we couldn’t pronounce his jungle name an all, Nigga Jim was a shoutin’ at my mawmaw. He was a sayin all sorts a undignified thangs, sayin’ how if he wasn’t in chains, he’d be givin’ her the ‘ol Alabama Black Snake. Heh, well, let’s just say that didn’t sit too well with my daddy. So, he done scooped him up an took him to the Breakin’ Barn. My daddy hogtied that black sumbitch, stripped him bare as my granddaddy’s head. He knelt down to me, and said, “Chuck, we can’t be havin’ this uppity niggro givin’ other darkies no bright ideas.”So, I unbuckled my Sunday Blues an dropped ‘em down to my ankles. ‘Ol Nigga Jim, now he was a wailin’ and a shoutin’ but I didn’t pay him no mind. Boy I tell you ‘hwut, that darkie bucked and bucked and bucked till he couldn’t buck no ‘mo. As for me, heh, well, I was as snug as a junebug in a rug. When I was a finished with ‘ol Jim, he was a quiverin’ an a whimperin’ like a scared dog with his tail ‘tween his legs, but he wasn’t Bein’ undignified no ‘mo. My brother and I learned a valuable lesson that day. A few years later, we opened our own general store an fixed it up real nice. If y’all in Alabama, and you need to rest your tired eyes? Come on in to Jake ‘n Chuck’s Break ‘n Bucks and grab y’self somethin’ cool to drink. And remember, we have quality Bucks...at a fair price.

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Do you need help breaking the bucks?

Better beat one to death in front of the others so they know you're not fucking around.

i don't, because i never interact with jews on friendly terms

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That's just six double barrel shotgun sir.