I had a friend over for dinner who shared a nigger coontact he had when he went to Vegas for a convention. This happened a few years ago, and while he wasn’t a niggermaniac at that time, it sure turned him into one afterward...He was working for a title company and the company had a convention in Vegas. It would be a 3-day event and he decided to drive there with a couple of co-worker friends who helped split the gas bill. He managed to book a nice room at a hotel and he was looking forward to the stay.

Just days before leaving, a recently-hired nigger in the company asked if he could join his carpool. My friend said sure, no problem, as he had one extra seat left, and he let the nigger know how much he would be expected to contribute for splitting the gas bill...the nigger looked relieved to find a ride and agreed. I’ll spare much of the long story, but the nigger wouldn’t shut up talking during the entire car trip to Vegas (which was several hours)..the nigger yammered on ad nauseum about this being its first trip to Vegas and how it was looking forward to the nightlife there and getting sum action etc...he had stinky breath which lingered in the air of the car, like bad body odor...pretty disgusting...he cranked up the air conditioning to mitigate the smell, and other car passengers offered him some chewing gum to help the nigger freshen its breath, but it didn’t help much.

My friend was glad to finally reach Vegas in the late evening and be done with listening to the nigger (who was west African with a thick African accent). They arrived at the hotel checkin desk and my friend was collecting his key and preparing to go to his room when his nigger coworker was heard loudly chimping out at the checkin manager (apparently the nigger’s reservation via the online booking system never went through properly and they didn’t have a room for him, even though the nigger had a reservation receipt) it was convention time in Vegas so everything was booked up solid. The checkin mgr apologized but offered to check with other hotels to find the nigger a vacancy elsewhere.

My friend turned away and went up to his room, glad to have some quiet downtime, and after the long drive he was looking forward to soaking in the tub and settling down for the night...about 30 mins later there was a knock at his room door, and it was the nigger co-worker, who coonplained about the hotel messing up his reservation and they could not find another hotel with a vacancy since it was during a peak in convention season...so he pleaded with my friend if he could stay the night in his room until he could get things sorted out with the hotel the next morning. My sleepy friend reluctantly agreed...the nigger had to sleep on the floor.

Again, the nigger kept yammering and coonplaining about the hotel messing up his reservation, made lots of noise settling down for sleep, and my friend had a fitful night’s sleep because the nigger snored alot and also talked in its sleep...The next morning, the nigger took its sweet time getting showered and dressed to leave for the convention, making my friend late in the process, as he didn’t want to leave ahead and leave the nigger alone in his hotel room with his belongings and luggage there...

The nigger was able to secure another room for the following night, so the nigger moved out and my friend finally had the room to himself again, but he worried about having to give the nigger a ride back home in his car after the convention was over...he dodged the nigger throughout the convention, and managed to steer clear of the nigger so he would not feel compelled to give the nigger a ride back...he wasn’t sure how the nigger managed to get home from Vegas, but it probably sponged a ride home with some other coworker...That experience with the nigger helped turn him into more of a niggermaniac...