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2020-06-25 at 11:24 PM UTCwhatever you ain't my ol man. i put him in the grave. i'll be dead by 50 as it should be. fuck this growing up and not being me. being me is all that matters left.
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2020-06-25 at 11:58 PM UTCfuck
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2020-06-26 at 12:15 AM UTCI hope you are enjoying that catnap Candy. Miss ya!The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2020-06-26 at 12:28 AM UTCOkay so Nigger on the Moon is based on an old Minstrel tale about a dude named Uncle Rastus. The last line of the chorus is "No white trash can fool me" lol. I can't find shit though damn. It would be easier if I heard how it sounded at least. Anyway I had to type out this story because all I found was an image of it and it's hard to read, but all these typos were there lol. This is from issue 55 of 'Harper's Weekly' from 1911.
Uncle Rastus on Genesis
"The boy had climbed up on Uncle Rastus's knee with an appealing demand for a story which the old man was as usual utterly unable to resist.
"Once on a time," he began, 'dey was a gemman and a lady who lived in a gyarden. De name oh de gemmen was Adam, and the name ob de lady was Eve, and dey had most eberyting anybody wanted to eat. Dey was fresh vegtables in dat gyarden, and chickrns, and roast lamb, and mashed potaters sizzzlin' with gravy, ready for 'em tree times a day, and all dey really had to do was not eat none o' de apples in de orchard. Dey'd done been told not to fetch dem apples under no sukkumstances if dey wanted to stay dar, but if dey did done fetch 'em, dey'd hab to move out and live somewhar else, where dey'd hab to woyk for a libbin' by de sweat ob deir browes ant pay for deir bread and butter, and de chickens and de roast lamb, and de potaters all sizzlin' with gravy.
Well, I guess yo' know how dat was, sunny. Dey done lost all deir appetite fo' chickens and roast lamb and potaters all sizzlin' with gravy, and kep' a yearnin' and a yearnin' fo' dem apples, ontil finally de lady, while de gemman was out walkin' one day, sneaked ober to de orechard and after some howdy with a Mr. Snake what lived acrosst de way 'bout how sweet dem apples was, she done went and eat one ob 'em, savin' de core fo' de gemman's supper."
"Yes," said the boy, "and then they git fired."
"Yes," said Uncle Rastus, shaking his head, solemnly. "Dey'd gone and bruk de conract and dey done got fired. Dey packed up all deir furniture and deir household goods, and started lookin' fo' a new lodgin' place, but on deir way out dey had ter pass dat orechard oncet more, and dey went by one o' dem apples he done let out a laugh at 'em and began to guy 'em.
"Iti yah, Mistuh," he done holler. "Got fired, ain't ye!"
"Mistuh Adam, he done walk along, not sayin' nuthin but doin' a leap o' thinkin"
"Wouldn't like a glass o' cider fo' yo' go, would ye?" grinned the apple.
'Wid dat, Mistuh Adam done turned round and walk back to de tree, an' he grabbed dat old apple in his hands and he say, "I done suffered enough without standin no sass from you!" says he, and wid dat he squished de apple under his foot and walked away"
The old man paused for a moment and again scratched his wolly old head.
"And dat, sunny, was de origin ob- now what you s'pose?" he asked.
"I don't know, Uncle Rastus," said the boy, running over many possibilities in his mind.
"Apple sass!" said the old man.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2020-06-26 at 12:30 AM UTChttps://books.google.com/books?id=P4s-AQAAMAAJ&pg=PR8&lpg=PR8&dq=O+babies+gather+%27round+old+Uncle+Rastus.&source=bl&ots=uXgI7KY-TG&sig=ACfU3U0PFCunZYssrqPTp3WcLLDO5k-N8w&hl=en&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi-hLygl57qAhVmlnIEHUh4A7MQ6AEwAXoECAsQAQ#v=onepage&q&f=true
I love old shit like this. There's an article in there about how the sun is going to collapse in 30,000 years lol -
2020-06-26 at 12:35 AM UTCyo candy sorry for fouling up yo thread. after all these years pole still thinks of himself as my dad. he close but i buried that worthless nigger with my own hands and he deserved worse. didn't mean to fuck up this threads or your vibes though seriously. you still coming over to give that lap dance though? i tip well and really can my brother finally paid me for the summers work i helped with on his place from 6 years ago lmao. he has been in a lot of pain and m.i.a. he finally come out of his shell and making good on a lot of promises. all this money will go to you babe but we gotta get married temporarily though just for 6 months and you gotta dump future that whole time. my family is wierd weird on deals. 6 months is all and you'll get 6 figures guaranteed by my brother and uncle. yeah got an uncle in on this shit too.
any way miss you and lala...we all need to have a dh slumber party us and any other girly's from DH. no guys. Like EWWW. don't need creeps obsessing about us all and never willing to pay us for our attention. Like OMFG disgusting and allThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2020-06-26 at 1:22 AM UTCI found Jenn on Voxer,, we been chatting it up
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2020-06-26 at 1:24 AM UTCJen has been dead to me but her adult daughter on the other hand...is simply delicious Pole. I got her Twitter hehe. You'd cum to her daughter too
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2020-06-26 at 3:46 AM UTCLmao
thanks for the sweet enduring texts Candy. know you got a lot going on and i APPREICATE YA in every way but lets keep that prvate okay? cool don't want the stalkers gaining in ya sweet fine beautiful ass. i mean bah gawd whats up with you Candy? thinking about you and us all the time. although don't know how yo fine beautiful ass feels about living in the country. found the perfect spot about 3 and half hours from Toronto. Give ya all the details and pics when i'm more sober but baby its 3 bedrrom, 2 bath...just over 3 thousand sq feeet plenty of room for us and our fams though. it even has a mini house down the lawn a bit for another fam member. Yo perfect ass is the price whats the catch? 330k Canadian all in but the extras min house we could rent out my nigga says 8 hundred-1 thousand a month. It needs about 25k in renos but seriously Cnady between us and negotiating we can come with this
i know i know future and yo reg ass shit means a lot but we could build a life here and you'd still be going home for months at a time. i know it a lot to think about but consider it. the house/propery has been on the market one full month so we can bring the price done withe right da right skilllsThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2020-06-26 at 3:57 AM UTCGood night CandyThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2020-06-26 at 4:01 AM UTCYou keep it up Johnny, and imma drop a Benjamin on your only fans ...
And no worries, Iām not the jelli type..I want you to shine bright like a diamond for the world to see but I know you coming home to me -
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2020-06-26 at 4:47 AM UTCUncle Rastus on Genesis
"The boy had climbed up on Uncle Rastus's knee with an appealing demand for a story which the old man was as usual utterly unable to resist.
"Once on a time," he began, 'dey was a gemman and a lady who lived in a gyarden. De name oh de gemmen was Adam, and the name ob de lady was Eve, and dey had most eberyting anybody wanted to eat. Dey was fresh vegtables in dat gyarden, and chickrns, and roast lamb, and mashed potaters sizzzlin' with gravy, ready for 'em tree times a day, and all dey really had to do was not eat none o' de apples in de orchard. Dey'd done been told not to fetch dem apples under no sukkumstances if dey wanted to stay dar, but if dey did done fetch 'em, dey'd hab to move out and live somewhar else, where dey'd hab to woyk for a libbin' by de sweat ob deir browes ant pay for deir bread and butter, and de chickens and de roast lamb, and de potaters all sizzlin' with gravy.
Well, I guess yo' know how dat was, sunny. Dey done lost all deir appetite fo' chickens and roast lamb and potaters all sizzlin' with gravy, and kep' a yearnin' and a yearnin' fo' dem apples, ontil finally de lady, while de gemman was out walkin' one day, sneaked ober to de orechard and after some howdy with a Mr. Snake what lived acrosst de way 'bout how sweet dem apples was, she done went and eat one ob 'em, savin' de core fo' de gemman's supper."
"Yes," said the boy, "and then they git fired."
"Yes," said Uncle Rastus, shaking his head, solemnly. "Dey'd gone and bruk de conract and dey done got fired. Dey packed up all deir furniture and deir household goods, and started lookin' fo' a new lodgin' place, but on deir way out dey had ter pass dat orechard oncet more, and dey went by one o' dem apples he done let out a laugh at 'em and began to guy 'em.
"Iti yah, Mistuh," he done holler. "Got fired, ain't ye!"
"Mistuh Adam, he done walk along, not sayin' nuthin but doin' a leap o' thinkin"
"Wouldn't like a glass o' cider fo' yo' go, would ye?" grinned the apple.
'Wid dat, Mistuh Adam done turned round and walk back to de tree, an' he grabbed dat old apple in his hands and he say, "I done suffered enough without standin no sass from you!" says he, and wid dat he squished de apple under his foot and walked away"
The old man paused for a moment and again scratched his wolly old head.
"And dat, sunny, was de origin ob- now what you s'pose?" he asked.
"I don't know, Uncle Rastus," said the boy, running over many possibilities in his mind.
"Apple sass!" said the old man. -
2020-06-26 at 4:48 AM UTCI see you canāt keep peopleās attention unless Iām in here Ā§mĀ£ĆgĆL .. yāall died down right after I left ..
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2020-06-26 at 4:49 AM UTC
Originally posted by MexicanMasterRace Uncle Rastus on Genesis
"The boy had climbed up on Uncle Rastus's knee with an appealing demand for a story which the old man was as usual utterly unable to resist.
"Once on a time," he began, 'dey was a gemman and a lady who lived in a gyarden. De name oh de gemmen was Adam, and the name ob de lady was Eve, and dey had most eberyting anybody wanted to eat. Dey was fresh vegtables in dat gyarden, and chickrns, and roast lamb, and mashed potaters sizzzlin' with gravy, ready for 'em tree times a day, and all dey really had to do was not eat none o' de apples in de orchard. Dey'd done been told not to fetch dem apples under no sukkumstances if dey wanted to stay dar, but if dey did done fetch 'em, dey'd hab to move out and live somewhar else, where dey'd hab to woyk for a libbin' by de sweat ob deir browes ant pay for deir bread and butter, and de chickens and de roast lamb, and de potaters all sizzlin' with gravy.
Well, I guess yo' know how dat was, sunny. Dey done lost all deir appetite fo' chickens and roast lamb and potaters all sizzlin' with gravy, and kep' a yearnin' and a yearnin' fo' dem apples, ontil finally de lady, while de gemman was out walkin' one day, sneaked ober to de orechard and after some howdy with a Mr. Snake what lived acrosst de way 'bout how sweet dem apples was, she done went and eat one ob 'em, savin' de core fo' de gemman's supper."
"Yes," said the boy, "and then they git fired."
"Yes," said Uncle Rastus, shaking his head, solemnly. "Dey'd gone and bruk de conract and dey done got fired. Dey packed up all deir furniture and deir household goods, and started lookin' fo' a new lodgin' place, but on deir way out dey had ter pass dat orechard oncet more, and dey went by one o' dem apples he done let out a laugh at 'em and began to guy 'em.
"Iti yah, Mistuh," he done holler. "Got fired, ain't ye!"
"Mistuh Adam, he done walk along, not sayin' nuthin but doin' a leap o' thinkin"
"Wouldn't like a glass o' cider fo' yo' go, would ye?" grinned the apple.
'Wid dat, Mistuh Adam done turned round and walk back to de tree, an' he grabbed dat old apple in his hands and he say, "I done suffered enough without standin no sass from you!" says he, and wid dat he squished de apple under his foot and walked away"
The old man paused for a moment and again scratched his wolly old head.
"And dat, sunny, was de origin ob- now what you s'pose?" he asked.
"I don't know, Uncle Rastus," said the boy, running over many possibilities in his mind.
"Apple sass!" said the old man. -
2020-06-26 at 4:49 AM UTC
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2020-06-26 at 4:50 AM UTC
Originally posted by MexicanMasterRace Uncle Rastus on Genesis
"The boy had climbed up on Uncle Rastus's knee with an appealing demand for a story which the old man was as usual utterly unable to resist.
"Once on a time," he began, 'dey was a gemman and a lady who lived in a gyarden. De name oh de gemmen was Adam, and the name ob de lady was Eve, and dey had most eberyting anybody wanted to eat. Dey was fresh vegtables in dat gyarden, and chickrns, and roast lamb, and mashed potaters sizzzlin' with gravy, ready for 'em tree times a day, and all dey really had to do was not eat none o' de apples in de orchard. Dey'd done been told not to fetch dem apples under no sukkumstances if dey wanted to stay dar, but if dey did done fetch 'em, dey'd hab to move out and live somewhar else, where dey'd hab to woyk for a libbin' by de sweat ob deir browes ant pay for deir bread and butter, and de chickens and de roast lamb, and de potaters all sizzlin' with gravy.
Well, I guess yo' know how dat was, sunny. Dey done lost all deir appetite fo' chickens and roast lamb and potaters all sizzlin' with gravy, and kep' a yearnin' and a yearnin' fo' dem apples, ontil finally de lady, while de gemman was out walkin' one day, sneaked ober to de orechard and after some howdy with a Mr. Snake what lived acrosst de way 'bout how sweet dem apples was, she done went and eat one ob 'em, savin' de core fo' de gemman's supper."
"Yes," said the boy, "and then they git fired."
"Yes," said Uncle Rastus, shaking his head, solemnly. "Dey'd gone and bruk de conract and dey done got fired. Dey packed up all deir furniture and deir household goods, and started lookin' fo' a new lodgin' place, but on deir way out dey had ter pass dat orechard oncet more, and dey went by one o' dem apples he done let out a laugh at 'em and began to guy 'em.
"Iti yah, Mistuh," he done holler. "Got fired, ain't ye!"
"Mistuh Adam, he done walk along, not sayin' nuthin but doin' a leap o' thinkin"
"Wouldn't like a glass o' cider fo' yo' go, would ye?" grinned the apple.
'Wid dat, Mistuh Adam done turned round and walk back to de tree, an' he grabbed dat old apple in his hands and he say, "I done suffered enough without standin no sass from you!" says he, and wid dat he squished de apple under his foot and walked away"
The old man paused for a moment and again scratched his wolly old head.
"And dat, sunny, was de origin ob- now what you s'pose?" he asked.
"I don't know, Uncle Rastus," said the boy, running over many possibilities in his mind.
"Apple sass!" said the old man. -
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