I took the day off to relax at the pool for a while at the apartments where I live. There is a really nice gas grill inside the pool area, and here comes a couple of niggers with 10 packs of buns, a couple of large coolers, and a stack of foam plates a foot and a half tall. Soon they were cooking burgers and chiggun wangs and legs like they were going to cater a large event. Not long afterwards about 30 or more niggers showed up for the big party. They must have put the word out on social media because it happened pretty quickly. I knew they didn't live there because I didn't recognize any of them, and even if there were a renter or two there, we are only allowed a couple of guests at the pool for each resident, and private parties aren't allowed there.

So I placed a call to my neighbor, who also lives there, and told him there were a lot of trespassers at the pool. He just happens to be a cop. In fifteen minutes time there were four police officers there. They couldn't have gotten there any faster if there were a major crime occurring. When the niggers saw the police they were shoving food down their greedy gullets like whales feeding on small fish and gathering to go plates as fast as they could go as the cops told them to get out.

They all filed out in a line like black ducklings, jumped into their hoopties and left the property, because of course they don't live there. That party would have gone all night without human intervention. There were no chimpouts though, and that was shocking, but I had just ruined about 30 niggers whole day with a phone call. That's about one of the most satisfying feelings I have had in a long time!