So I get on the shitskin express, and sit next to one of the few Whites on the train, the fact she had big tits had nothing to do with it.

Well me, being the charming, dashingly handsome rogue I am, strike up a conversation with miss voluptuous, and she starts telling me how she likes to travel, she just got back from nepal, and she can’t wait to head off to some other thirld world shithole.

Well, you hardly need to go to other countries to experience different cultures, says I.

Well, she looks me dead in the eye and says, a tad suspiciously & defensively, ‘What do you mean, Brad?’

I: ‘….….!?’

This on a crowded train where we’re practically the only two Whites sitting together. Look around you, you thick cunt!

And I start thinking; oh here we fucking go.

So we start talking about our experiences in the third world, and I confirm how filthily similar they are, even in different countries & different races.

But it’s not their fault, oh no! ‘They’re not used to modern rubbish.’ she say’s.

I guess the brain-dead sow failed to realize she was proving the point in that these people are inferior in that they can’t learn to deal with ‘modernized’ rubbish.

And I said, ‘well, modernization can’t account for throwing food scraps everywhere, and shitting wherever you like’ But, oh no. it’s still the White man’s fault, (isn’t everything?) Oh, says this mush brained idjit, its volume. Yes, you heard that right. Volume. So, you see, it’s still the White man’s fault these monkeys now have more shit to trash their living areas with.

And then, the coup de grace, ‘Me & my husband just got married in Nepal.’

Me: ‘……..’ 'Well you’re not wearing a ring, and I can’t see a White man not putting a ring on his wife’s finger.’

‘My husband’s nepalese.’

‘I hope you catch disease from your monkey and drop dead.’

And I left it at that.