catina: baby they said north korea launched a bomb
mike: so i gotta spend my last day with you bytchin
catina: i gotta call my mama!!
mike: i know yo pops is happy
catina: fukk you mean?
mike: yo mama aint shyt....real talk
catina: nikka yo mama aint shyt
mike: you sucked the fun out of my life
catina: wanna fukk one last time
mike: that p*ssy is trash
catina: is this really how you wanna die nikka
mike: the bomb needs to hurry up.
... I'd be dead, so I ain't sweating it. There is literally nowhere to escape to.
I'll be like Jubal Early at the end of Firefly. 'Oh well.' Enjoy the stars as I die.
And OP, you ain't shyt for that. Let cacs blame each other. Or Asians. Nikkas are not involved in that. The last thing any nikka is thinking about is blaming another nikka -- or nikka woman -- for thermonuclear war.
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