The flesh rotting, bewildering stink(s) leaking from the ghastly, flammable and abhorrent bug hives on the bonce of your average BLM fodder.
‘The marrow melting vapours of afrotang brewed by the shrewdness of BLM gatherers and their gormless white liberal acolytes made short work of smelting Bristol’s Edward Colston statue with its brain foaming funk.’
by Herbie Dongsporran February 5, 2022
Get the Afrotang mug.since i dont have a pipe i place a nug in my right nostril, and use my left nostril as a carb and light it like a jolly-african american for a straight to the dome finish.
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The act of blacking out while being over the top politically correct. First use of phrase used by comedian Zach Galifianakis.
by Alias-MarlonJones August 23, 2011
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Get the South Africans mug.An african american, standing behind a garbage truck, or any vehicle, attempting to inform the driver how far back to drive
Driver, "go back there and tell me when i get close to the dock,''. African-monback behind truck," monback, monback, monback, ok thats good"
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Can't get drunk. Can't get blunted. LA County, 95 hundred.
Crips wanna take my All-stars. Bloods wanna eat my Snicker bars.
Them peckerwoods don't want none, but the Mexican's straight own one.
Them Essays, (???) that Essays always try to test me,
So I jumped off the bed, cause I ain't no punk. Jammed his head up against the bunk.
Socked that Cholo in his chin. Black mutha-fuckas scared to jump in.
Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor. I kept talkin' shit cause I want some more.
Back in town, we get along with the brown. Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down.
Jail is hell, but I'll adapt. Won't hesitate to get in a scrap.
'Cause I'm down for mine, and that's for certain, sittin' in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'.
Crips wanna take my All-stars. Bloods wanna eat my Snicker bars.
Them peckerwoods don't want none, but the Mexican's straight own one.
Them Essays, (???) that Essays always try to test me,
So I jumped off the bed, cause I ain't no punk. Jammed his head up against the bunk.
Socked that Cholo in his chin. Black mutha-fuckas scared to jump in.
Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor. I kept talkin' shit cause I want some more.
Back in town, we get along with the brown. Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down.
Jail is hell, but I'll adapt. Won't hesitate to get in a scrap.
'Cause I'm down for mine, and that's for certain, sittin' in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'.
by jay November 25, 2004
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