Had to take a brief break from #niggerfriday poasting

While I was out singing my #niggerfriday carols, my elderly neighbor collapsed right in front of us from Nigger Fatigue.

Needless to say, I immediately sprang into action. I sent my wife across the road to pump some raw milk fresh out of a goat and had my kids melt a mixture of smoked Gouda and Gruyere. After a steady IV for a few hours of milk, cheese, and righteous anger, I'm happy to say ol' Bob is back on his feet and there's even a nigger swinging from one of his pines.

I didn't have the heart to tell him we hang niggers from hardwoods; he's been through a lot today. There's no wrong way to make an Alabama wind chime.