I'll guess that was staged.
I'll guess that was staged.
I dunno but that was fuggin hilarious 😂
I'll guess that was staged.
I dunno but that was fuggin hilarious 😂
Especially if the dude that answered the door was a "niqqer"
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I was working maintenance in the V-8 cylinder head production area, my boss, a black man and was the world drug-free weight lifting champion for his age group. One night I was getting frustrated with the machine that put the two master location holes in the heads, I couldn't get it to stay within gage tolerance. Get called back out to fix the problem, my boss shows up to remind me that I can't keep the line down for long, production is running tight to the schedule. I tell him I'll get it fixed but I ain't gonna n i g g a-rig it this time. I'm like oh fūck that wasn't the right thing to say, he slaps me on the back and tells me he doesn't expect anything less. Oops... 🙄😛
Way back when, I was baling hay with an old wore out square baler, putting up some square bales for a black fellow. I had borrowed the baler from a friend and he told me to go slow and it would probably work ok, but if I pushed it too much, it would give me problems. So I was taking it easy, trying to get the field baled. The black fellow, and his boys, were hauling the hay, almost as fast as I could bale it. Knotter messed up and I didn't know how to fix it. Black fellow was in his 40's or 50's, and had been around farming all his life. He looked at the mechanism, told me it was, "Whoa out, but he figures he can n i g g e r-rig it", and we can finish the field. Got a tool box out of the truck and in a few minutes he said to try it. I'm not sure what he did, but it worked and we got the field baled.
I took it back to the owner and as far as I know, that was the last time it was used.
Way back when, I was baling hay with an old wore out square baler, putting up some square bales for a black fellow. I had borrowed the baler from a friend and he told me to go slow and it would probably work ok, but if I pushed it too much, it would give me problems. So I was taking it easy, trying to get the field baled. The black fellow, and his boys, were hauling the hay, almost as fast as I could bale it. Knotter messed up and I didn't know how to fix it. Black fellow was in his 40's or 50's, and had been around farming all his life. He looked at the mechanism, told me it was, "Whoa out, but he figures he can n i g g e r-rig it", and we can finish the field. Got a tool box out of the truck and in a few minutes he said to try it. I'm not sure what he did, but it worked and we got the field baled.
I took it back to the owner and as far as I know, that was the last time it was used.
I got 2 broke ones in my barn I killed from doing the same schiit