Date: October 26th, 2007 1:05 PM Author: balding ape rigpig
January 7, 1999, 4:15 a.m., Compton, California
Dear Diary,
Tonight was the worst night of my life. I was just walking down the street when I was approached by three gangbanging niggers. The skinny one grabbed my Walkman and I tried to grab it back, but the one that looked like Fat Albert grabbed my arm. He wouldn't let go. I tried to get away, but he dragged me into the alleyway. Everything is a blur after that, but I know that I lost something there in that alley last night. I lost my dignity. Those fucking niggers raped me all night. I'm broken now, but I will let this hate burn inside me until I am strong enough to let it out in a burst of flame. Then those niggers will see how it felt.
Date: October 26th, 2007 1:22 PM Author: hairless supple cumskin
Date: October 26th, 2007 1:05 PM
Author: whokebestrack
January 7, 1999, 4:15 a.m., Compton, California
Dear Diary,
Tonight was the worst night of my life. I was just walking down the street when I was approached by three gangbanging niggers. The skinny one grabbed my Walkman and I tried to grab it back, but the one that looked like Fat Albert grabbed my arm. He wouldn't let go. I tried to get away, but he dragged me into the alleyway. Everything is a blur after that, but I know that I lost something there in that alley last night. I lost my dignity. Those fucking niggers raped me all night. I'm broken now, but I will let this hate burn inside me until I am strong enough to let it out in a burst of flame. Then those niggers will see how it felt.
Date: October 26th, 2007 2:42 PM Author: twisted base
December 25, 1990, Christmas Morning
Mommy and daddy gave me a toy stethoscope for Christmas! It's so cool. It's my new favorite thing in the whole wide world! One day, I'm going to grow up to be a real doctor. That will make mommy and daddy so proud!
I sit here silently, taking in the scent of my own filth. No one cares, but why would they? I think of my family enjoying themselves around the tree with nary a thought of the son they had disowned 2 years prior. "Why didn't you get into Med School?" they asked. "What do you do with all your time?" At first they believed my excuses about studying to take the MCAT again, until the day I went to the kitchen for another Go-gurt and left my browser window open on my computer in the basement. When my father saw the tabs I had open (ranging from stormfront to xoxo to "white gay with asian gay" porn), he threw me out of the house without a backward glance. As I wandered the streets, sucking dick to pay for my time in internet cafes, I fell deeper and deeper into my addiction. So here I sit on Christmas morning, posting on xoxo about blacks while jerking it to Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful." A single tear rolls down my cheek as the fat mexican lady behind the plexiglass tells me I have to leave.
Date: October 26th, 2007 4:01 PM Author: Blathering potus
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Date: October 26th, 2007 3:58 PM
Author: kim deal's slight lisp
December 25, 2006, Christmas Morning
I sit here silently, taking in the scent of my own filth. No one cares, but why would they? I think of my family enjoying themselves around the tree with nary a thought of the son they had disowned 2 years prior. "Why didn't you get into Med School?" they asked. "What do you do with all your time?" At first they believed my excuses about studying to take the MCAT again, until the day I went to the kitchen for another Go-gurt and left my browser window open on my computer in the basement. When my father saw the tabs I had open (ranging from stormfront to xoxo to "white gay with asian gay" porn), he threw me out of the house without a backward glance. As I wandered the streets, sucking dick to pay for my time in internet cafes, I fell deeper and deeper into my addiction. So here I sit on Christmas morning, posting on xoxo about blacks while jerking it to Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful." A single tear rolls down my cheek as the fat mexican lady behind the plexiglass tells me I have to leave.
I sit here silently, taking in the scent of my own filth. No one cares, but why would they? I think of my family enjoying themselves around the tree with nary a thought of the son they had disowned 2 years prior. "Why didn't you get into Med School?" they asked. "What do you do with all your time?" At first they believed my excuses about studying to take the MCAT again, until the day I went to the kitchen for another Go-gurt and left my browser window open on my computer in the basement. When my father saw the tabs I had open (ranging from stormfront to xoxo to "white gay with asian gay" porn), he threw me out of the house without a backward glance. As I wandered the streets, sucking dick to pay for my time in internet cafes, I fell deeper and deeper into my addiction. So here I sit on Christmas morning, posting on xoxo about blacks while jerking it to Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful." A single tear rolls down my cheek as the fat mexican lady behind the plexiglass tells me I have to leave.
Date: October 26th, 2007 7:28 PM Author: lavender vibrant nibblets dog poop
1:17 pm Take a whiff of my NYU UG degree, begin masturbating.
1:19 pm Just finished cleaning up, watching a youtube video of a nigger kicking a white guy's ass, and posting a nigger thread. awaiting responses
1:23 pm Bump nigger thread.
1:29 pm Bump nigger thread. wtf? that was a hilarious title about niggers
1:33 pm NIGGER THREAD HAS 4 RESPONSES IN IT!!! I light a few candles and turn my phone off. I put on The Bends (note to self, consider creating a radiohead thread this afternoon). I click the mouse. I read "stfu Whokebe." I matter.
1:35 pm I write "y" and click Post. Shaping up to be a great day.
Date: October 27th, 2007 4:02 AM Author: Duck-like Ticket Booth Windowlicker
October 10, 2007
Dear Diary,
I sent an email to the waitress I met at the bar:
"Have you ever thought of Blackness? Not the simple blackness of your childhood crayon, but the impenetrable Blackness of the human soul? While on mescaline-fueled journeys, Blackness presents her warm body to me and urges me to embrace her naked frailty. She transforms herself into the mischievous blackness of small niglets singing their choruses in ruinous alleyways, she tightens her hold on me, and we hump together in the darkness of my bedroom until the hot liquid of our passion releases itself from my exhausted body. I lay still, as if dead, languishing in the sullen afterglow. Yet sometimes in the deepest fervor of these strange visions, I am suddenly revived by the dark horse of your beauty galloping thru space at 1.2 light years per hour into my black dreams, blinding me with a light so pure it resembles neither human love nor goodness but makes mockeries of them both. We should go out for drinks sometime next week. Are you free on Thursday?"
She hasn't responded. I realize now that I will never truly love a woman.
Date: October 28th, 2007 11:15 PM Author: Thriller Legend
October 31, 2001
It was a hard thing to get up this morning and see what I had done. Picking over the vomit and the broken Guns and Roses albums, tossing aside the Totino's pizza boxes and a degree from a school that purportedly operated in a place called "Johnson City" I came across a stack of VHS tapes. It appeared that she had recorded some home movies over various aerobic instructional videos. Being careful not to move her again, because the blood smelled of coffee, trojan condoms and tacos, I popped one in the ancient VHS on top of the Curtis Mathis from 1984 that she had apparently meticulously maintained. It worked in any event.
Of course, it was her crooning at the cats that were even now eating from her damned inconvenient mortal remains. The fucking cats. They had been watching the whole time...they had seen the whole thing. They couldn't be allowed to pass on their knowledge. I picked up a shoe to begin my grizzly work....
It started innocently enough. I had seen her in a Starbucks and she had been counting her change. I realized she was a little short and even though she seemed very angry I approached and offered to pay for her milkshake (though it was disguised as a coffee drink of some sort). She looked at me and asked if I watched StarGate. I said that I did indeed and she asked me to come to her place. I had never been with a woman, but agreed quickly enough.
It turns out that she lived in a rowhouse in Baltimore, and she clearly could not afford to engage a woman for cleaning. Clothes, wrappers from maxi pads and other rubbage were strown about the apartment. She asked if I were hungry. Being somewhat stunned at having been propositioned in a coffee shoppe, I said yes. She whipped a Totinos out of the freezer and put it in the oven. It was cooked in a brief period and we enjoyed it together. Then, promising anal, she asked me to retire to her bedroom. Anal being an experience I had enjoyed, though form the other end, I agreed.
In her room she immediately demanded that I produce a condom. Having not expected this turn of events, I did not have one. Sighing in disgust, and speaking in terms of derision regarding my male genitalia, she opened a drawer next to her bed and tore one off of a roll that must have consisted of hundreds. I looked at her and stated that I was not sure of what to do and that I had not enjoyed a woman before. She insulted me severely and then proceeded to tell me to place my penis against her anus.
I complied, thinking that the other side must be as glorious as receiving had been. However, it was different. There were large swinging ti-tays. There was a slight musky odor from her loins. I could not decide what the difference was, but it was not as fulfilling as I had imagined. She asked me to put my cock into her vagina, and I refused. Remembering one other instance in which I had experienced pleasure (albeit with a man) I asked her to suck my penis.
She flew into a rage, stating that she would not suck a dick and espousing various feminist rhetoric. I asked her to quiet down, and told her that I would not insist that she put my penis in her mouth. Nonetheless she continued to berate me is such a fashion that I became agitated. Eventually, she called me a faggot, and being ashamed, I stuck her with a box of toasty-o's (apparently a generic cereal afforded easily on her salary) until she was dead. I then passed out with a feeling of satisfaction that I had not felt before.
Back to the morning. The videos are over and I have stumbled across a number of pictures of the bitch. I put them in my bag (always with me) along with the video tapes. I hated this woman, but feel that she deserves to live. And she will. If only on xoxo.
Date: October 29th, 2007 6:09 PM Author: blue excitant personal credit line
i was in awe when i saw this. its almost exactly what i picture when i think of whokebe, except i figured his computer would have stormfront on the screen
So that I may completely absorb and appreciate the masterpiece, explain to me the Bible-looking book in his hand, and the picture of the man in a cap and gown. Is that 'kebe?
Date: October 31st, 2007 10:58 PM Author: Boyish Electric Furnace
van morrison because he trolls for astral weeks
mlk and rosa parks (the other photo) because i imagine he looks up at the photographs of them while posting to find the strength to make more nigger threads
the pills are because i'm convinced he has mental disorders IRL
Date: October 29th, 2007 4:13 PM Author: Thriller Legend
October 29, 2007.
8:30- Wake up from the sweet merciful release that is sleep. Piss into coke bottle. I am thankful for once that my penis is small.
8:33- Log onto xoxo while enjoying small Merita powdered donuts in a bag. These are delicious.
8:34- Use new firefox plug in to read approximately 150 posts in five minutes. It appears that someone snuck into my room and took a picture after I fell asleep last night. This is disturbing.
8:35- Must counter negative influence of picture on the board or all will be lost.
8:36- Debate whether Nigger threads will best accomplish this goal. Sadly, I think not. Instead, a steady dose of threads from "newcomers" claiming to have been attracted to the board from me will be just the trick. Proceed with plan and begin megaposting.
8:37- Short break to use red finger nail polish on GI Joes to replicate actual wounds. COBRAKAIPWN3D BITCH!!!!
Date: October 29th, 2007 4:28 PM Author: Puce university new version
September 24, 2007
Ahdaminijacket just spoke at that ttt. I knew persians were hot, but turns out Iran has no jews or faggots there either. Depending on my GMAT rerererereretake I'll consider applying to some med schools there. Do they have Ochem in the middle east? I could probably tutor that and make tons of cash.
Mom just sent up another batch of kerrs banana/strawberry juice. The rush is insane. I cant stop bumping my nigger threads and rate me threads. I literally got so excited that I broke the wheel on my swivel chair and I have to manually go from terminal to terminal to talk with myself on xo under different monikers.
Date: October 29th, 2007 9:05 PM Author: Orange Shrine
hmm...which response should i use here? maybe "we're all whokebes, aren't we?" maybe something simple like "idiot." maybe just play it off with a "lulz." idk
Date: October 29th, 2007 10:44 PM Author: Bossy mood
October 25, 2007
5:05 PM Pick up Japanese for Beginners handbook and start lesson 14.
5:24 PM Gets tired and searches through japanese website for wgwag porn.
5:27 PM Log into japanese forum for leads on obscure wgwag porn. Hentai69 provides link to new wgwag website that is japanese-only.
5:32 PM www.sushionmayonnaise.com is hard to navigate and japanese-translation dictionary is not much help.
5:34 PM Make 36 wgwag threads without post content out of frustration.
5:42 PM Stalk ex-girlfriend's facebook. Print out picture of her with current Asian husband. Masturbate to wgwag porn and finish on her picture. Shed single tear.
6:24 PM Make 27 wgwag threads. Each thread gets at least two posts. Afraid Japanese BusinessDood moniker is becoming more infamous than Whokebe and has overtaken AK47.
9:35 PM Create thread announcing break from posting. Whimpers.