When in Winnipeg remember this line before you read on Chugs. This works with niggers in Major US Cities also. “I don’t have an extra cigarette, I’m not interested in buying illegal drugs, and I don’t have spare change, and I don’t know where the nearest KFC is located. If you’re trying to rob me, I have a loaded .45 in my pocket pointed at your fucking balls. Chug”
Local Winnipeg Variety Chugs
Listobums: Homeless natives that travel in groups of 3 or more, they drink Listerine anywhere they damn please and in a very social fashion, the upside to their obnoxious drunken behavior is that they always have fresh breath and sometimes go blind for lulz.
Teenmommies: These red-tainted rat hawks are easy to spot, always taking up your seat on the bus with their fucking large Salvation Army baby strollers with plastic bags hanging off them. They can’t control their kids and they sure as hell can’t control their moldy welfare cheque producing vaginas either. They act like little nigger females. Their favorite place to dwell is in front of Portage Place while smoking a cig, and not paying attention to their multiple unwanted children.
Indian Posse: When the young male native grows dissatisfied with making an honest living, he takes to joining a gang and either robs white 13 year old boys of their allowances OR lurks in various parking lots looking for unlocked cars–once found he will set the car on fire and drive it off a cliff, becoming an hero (do not leave your doors unlocked, or the natives will get it). Whether its claiming to be a blood, crip, zigzag, or I.P., you can rest assured that in two years he’ll be spending a brief stint in Stoney Mountain for carrying a concealed kitchen knife. Most natives join gangs as they are missing something in life like a penis (which most are).
12-year-old pot dealer: Always a product of a teenmommy native. Constantly asking you at various inconvenient times if you want to buy some “WEED, COUSIN?,” this native not only sells shake, he sells really bad shake. Only hanging out somewhere near his big brother, don’t try to jack up this kid or he’ll squeal away on his BMX and come back with two 6-foot tall fucking Chipawa natives with jean jackets, greasy oily hair, and failed attempts at Fu Manchu mustaches.
Teen Werewolves: Ever since Twilight came out and all the 16 year old girls started drooling over Taylor Lautner’s abs, the more pussy redskin boys have started to rediscover the ways of their ancestors by donning neko ears and fox tails and declaring themselves teenage werewolves in a desperate attempt at getting some emo poontang. But eventually the inner chug comes out and by 17 they are sitting under a bridge huffing gasoline.
The feathers a Native wears symbolizes their bloodlust and complete lack of any regard for Nature, particularly endangered species like whales (which they eat raw) and eagles. They are violent killing machines and show off their bloodthirst at all times, but god help you if you point it out, lest you be branded a racist for using a “stereotype” that only they can use at will when it suits them.
Actually, the only legacy they left behind them are high poverty rates, empty Listerine bottles, and another generation of kids born with F.A.S. to mooch off of the welfare system, as well as the abominable assortment of names which constitutes whatever’s left of their shameful family trees. Names like Nathaniel, Jeremaye, Ruby, Eliezer, Eagle, Lucky, Sha’Nayze and Oldmilwaukee.
With all that abundance of government assistance foods you need something to wash it down with. Winnipeg Natives are quite crafty in the art of “Rigging” Common items to get spiritually awoke. Or as the white man calls it getting intoxicated with poison.
I-90 Cocktail or Montana Gin – Take a milk jug cut it in half empty an entire lysol can into jug, dilute with water, enjoy.
Listerine – When you want a minty fresh tasting libation. All you do is enter your local Shopper’s Drug market and pocket a 95ml bottle (1.5L if your with the tribe). If the evil white man has it locked up behind the counter go threaten a 12 year old (white kid) to buy it for you (preferably with his parents money).
Thunderbird Wine – Also known on the Rez as the GOOD STUFF, it is the only “normal” booze indians drink.
Gasoline – As they love sniffing it as much as Abbos do. With prices dropping I am seeing more and more chugs sleeping on the roads than ever. If you run over more than 50 in a week it wrecks your tires a bit.
Aquavelva – A cheap aftershave that chugs will typically smell like after they spill it around their grubby mouths while drinking it.
Old Vienna – Or simply known as OV, this is the most expensive liquor a native will imbibe; this is typically reserved for special occasions, most notable the first Wednesday of the month.
Don’t fuck with this brothas chicken EVER.
This has chug all over it. Natives probably jumped her for lysol or cheap beer money inbetween whitey welfare cheques.
Hi, I’m Amanda of Winnipeg Manitoba. I live in the north end because it suits all my needs! I love to hang out with fellow bummy jib heads (especially guys!) and rob people to feed my addiction. Recently I met someone to buy a phone off them but actually had two guys in the car (one named Joshua who held the shotgun) to a special needs girls knee caps and made her tell me where her house is and we drove there with a shotgun on her then preceded to go into her house and rob her of her TV and her electronics and phone! It was so fun! Now I get to do meth a couple more days stress free (except the shadow people if course! 🙂 I’m so happy my kids are in CFS and other people take care of them so that I can rob special needs people and do jib all day! That was wrote 100% unaltered by me what soever. Amanda you are a sick person.