Her name is Montana and she’s some big breasted whore of a black chick, who wears sheer tops and tapes her nipples so that she can keep her outfit PG and not get dirty looks when at the store buying her illegitimate baby some formula.

The truth is that I am hooked on black girls right now, in my life I’ve got none because they tend to hate me and my ignorant ways and because I’ve never lived in the suburbs where middle class people of all races and culture mingle at block parties, in schools and at the mall, but I am from the gutter where all races and cultures hate each other and run from each other or get killed by each other over stolen bikes and $5 worth of crack.

The point is that I went to the strip club and fell in love with some 19 year old Naomi Campbell dark, tall, glamorous girl who told me she was classy. I wrote the story yesterday but can’t get the thought of her YouTube worthy ass shake out of my head. I pretty much live on the internet so everything I see reminds me of the Internet. It’s depressing but not as depressing as finding out that most guys don’t like the booty shake dance and just find it played out, but I’m not one of those guys. That shit hypnotizes me and for some reason black girls do it best. I guess it has to do with having a natural rhythm, like they are genetically coded to understand drums and chants because it’s been a huge part of their culture while running away from lions, Rhinos and all other African Safari animals like the AIDS virus and famine.

I guess this girl Montana may not be all about her ass, like my girl was but that’s probably because she’s stacked and likes to focus on her good parts but she is definitely a step-up/stomp the yard from that other Montana who Disney created and who hasn’t even been in puberty long enough to have tits.

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