That time I was nearly raped by a negro during my sojourn to the post office
That negro was terrifying!!
So there I was
In the midst of my Sunday afternoon post-churchgoing visit to the post office, no? Just doing my Presbyterian housewife things.
and this dastardly negro
bursts out from the deli, negro sweat all over the place, and instead of going for his crack cocaine, he forms a clear intention to mount me! My word!
so I pulled out my
canister of mace and briskly crossed the street, and he didn't follow, because negroes are afraid of traffic.
I barely got away with my power bill, six housekeeping magazines and a police officer.
Terrifying. He nearly raped me.
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