(Note, this is not mine, rather, the creation of a group of assholes who went by the name of the ch0des and used to troll my friends. Yes, I was hassled by assholes who named themselves after dicks.)

This reminds me of one time when I was young and my family and I still lived in South Africa, where my uncle owned his infamous “Human Zoo” that was shut down by Nelson Mendel’s human rights laws. I was young at that time, and would believe the things that any older person told me, so I believed them when they said that the blacks that we held in the zoo were animals and of an inferior race. Now, I had this one cousin that i believe hated me at the time, and he somehow persuaded me to feed one of them a peanut at close range. This was a pretty righteous thing to do since the animal was a new arrival, freshly bought from the African Slave Trade, and was still considered dangerous since its will had not been broken down yet and it was still resisting interaction with the tourists. I went ahead and came up close to the animal and reached my hand out to give him the peanut, but instead of taking the peanut, it grabbed my wrist, and since I was a young girl back then and was fairly skinny, pulled me in right through the bars of the cage. It smelled terrible in there, for its feces and vomit lay around the cage uncleaned and unattended. He tore off my clothes and I noticed that s his peanuts had begun to grow (even though I did not know what was going on since I was just am innocent young girl.) At this point, my cousin ran out of the room and started screaming the name of my uncle so that he could come and free me. That’s when it happened, the event that traumatized me for the rest of my life. The man slammed me to the floor of the cage and restrained me while he squatted his nasty end over my face. He promptly farted, which made me gag and stick out my tongue, effectively making me lick it. The taste of dirt and feces lingered on my tongue and I promptly threw up on the spot. Since I was laying on my back and was restrained by the animal, I vomit did not properly leek down the side of my head, but instead spread all over my face. This is when my uncle ran threw the door, followed by my cousin, and “put the animal to sleep” by shooting him with his elephant gun. They took me out of the cage and properly cleaned me back to normal. That experience is what made me truly start not liking the Black race and viewing them as animals that MUST be eradicated. When the zoo shut down due to Mendel’s human rights laws, my uncle allowed me Stuff about extermination.