I know posting content from this third world country is really cheating, but I happen to have been in the great fuxation hole known as New Orleans for most of today. Obviously it's not my first choice for a trip, but my family and I are going on a cruise tomorrow and my stepmother and sisters wanted to stay the night so we could see a bit of the city...bad idea. I think this has to be the most TNB I've ever encountered in one day.

1. Turn down Bourbon Street to go find a place to eat, and about 3 or 4 nigger bucks are standing around another passed out on the street, laughing. When we asked the (human) waiter at the restaurant to see if EMS was on their way to help, he said they hadn't been called, probably because one or more of that group would end up shuckin and jivin into the back of a cruiser were that to happen. So that buck just laid there passed out on the street for pretty much until he woke back up.

2. The restaurant (very nice Cajun seafood place with nary a nog in sight) had its windows open in order to let the breeze in. The amount of niggerbabble on the street was so loud I could barely hear my family despite sitting right next to them.

3. Across the street from the restaurant, a niglet who looked to be barely eight was banging on an upturned bucket with sticks, and even had a tip jar out for his noise. He continued to do this for nearly the entire duration of our meal. Mammy was, predictably, nowhere in sight.

4. An obese buck walking down the street took a gigantic puff on his nigport and blew it right through the window, completely oblivious to the fact that people were eating there.

5. While we're exiting the restaurant, a shifty-eyed buck comes over to my stepmother and sisters with cheap Mardi Gras beads, attempting to get them to flash him for the beads. This is at 6 pm in the afternoon, and my father and I are right there.

6. Farther down the street (closed to traffic for repairs), there's a whole gaggle of niglets like the one outside our restaurant, playing bongos on empty buckets. It sounds like Mogadishu. My younger stepsister records a video to send to one of her friends, and one of the niglets immediately marches over with grubby paw outstretched. I tell him we don't have anything in a tone that suggests he will become a shit-colored stain on the sidewalk if he doesn't back off, and they leave us alone after that.

7. A middle-aged jig walked by with hairy legs, a pimp hat, and a bra and Daisy Dukes. I couldn't tell if it was a crossdressing buck or a tranny.

8. Heading back to the hotel, a nigger Uber driver stops right in the middle of the crosswalk when we have the go light. All of YT have to go around it.

9. I quickly stop to look in a nice designer clothing store on Canal Street to see how prices are...everyone else is a nigger. I don't know how they can get their disgusting paws on something like Raf Simons without stealing it.

10. A Byrrick hooptie wit gol' rims stops right in the middle of the crosswalk, making us have to go around it.

11. Nearly back at the hotel, our path is blocked by a horde of jigaboos, about 20 at least, taking up the entire sidewalk.

12. And finally, a nigger taxi driver stops right in the middle of the crosswalk, forcing us to go around.

It's safe to say I won't be back to Coon Orleans anytime soon, except maybe with a carry permit. Also, I heard from some stories on here that cruises are a goldmine for TNB so I'll keep a lookout.