Monthly Archives: October 2011

Bitter Women Raise Cain over Cain

Look out ladies....Indiana Herman wants your ass

Republican Presidential candidate, Herman Cain, denied charges today that he sexually harassed women when he was chairman of the National Restaurant Association in the 1990′s.

Four thousand four hundred and thirty-eight women have come forward saying that Cain sexually harassed them between 1991 and 1997 through explicit comments, ass grabbing, titty staring, and precarious placement of pubic hairs on various soda brands including 7-up and Pepsi, and the now defunct brand,  Mr. Pibb.

Just one of the offending sodas, the horrible-tasting Dr. Pepper knock-off, Mr. Pibb, used by Herman the Molester for more nefarious purposes

“Their allegations are outright lies,” said Cain.  “All four thousand four hundred and thirty-eight of these women are liars and pawns of the vast left-wing, liberal conspiracy.”

“All 4438, Mr. Cain!?!” I said incredulously.  ”Frankly, sir, that seems rather implausible.”

“Look, all I can say is  I never once said ‘hey baby cakes, is this a banana in my pocket or am I just happy to see you’ to a voluptuous, 26-year-old with a huge rack, a visible panty line, and ass cheeks as hard as the Rock of Gibraltar,” said Cain.

“Jeez, that’s pretty specific, Mr. Cain,” I noted.  ”We reporters never even accused you of any specific sexual statements you might have made back in the 90′s, sir.  What do you have to say about that?”

“Err…uhhhh. Well, I was just speculating on a hypothetical situation…a so-called simulation of a conversation that could have been said by a fictitious character you see?”

(((silence)))

“Say, have I had a chance to tell you fellas about NINE….NINE…..NINE?!!!”

When it comes to poontang, Herman gives a THUMBS UP each and every time

Results of an independent study of the National Restaurant Association show that between 1990 and 1997, the years that Cain was chairman of this organization,  exactly 4439 women worked for the organization with 4438 of those accusing Cain of sexual advances, harassment, and nasty comments such as “Say, any of you young ladies know a good place where I can hide my pepperoni?”

Members of "The National Association of Women Sexually Harassed by Herman Cain" gather for a picture at their annual convention in Tulsa, Oklahoma

So what about mystery woman number 4439?  Our investigative research turned up the one woman Mr. Cain allegedly did NOT sexually harass ….93-year-old Hortense Crabapple, a former bookkeeper for the National Restaurant Association who retired in 1995 after 60 years with the organization.

Hortense Crabapple. An old hole puncher stood between her and Herman Cain

“I do remember Mr. Cain checking out my butt once,” said Mrs. Crabapple who now resides in Mason City, Iowa.  “I guess I must have been right around 76 at that time….but that wasn’t stopping old Herman the Molester.”

“Herman the Molester?” I asked

“Yes, that’s what we used to call old Herman,” she added.  “And I imagine he would have had his pizza hands all over my 76-year-old boney ass too if I hadn’t hit him upside the head with the great big hole puncher that I still have to this day.  Here it is right here if you’d like to see it,” said Mrs. Crabapple holding up a rusty, antique-looking three-hole puncher.

As for Cain, he said that he was unaware that all 4438 women received settlements from the National Restaurant Association to keep their mouths shut about his sexual improprieties and suggested that there was nothing irregular about all of them leaving the Association as part of a settlement.

“All of them….every last one of them was a liberal who couldn’t stand up to a good hard day’s work,” said Cain who said he already has a book in the works on the subject.

“I plan to call it, ‘I DID NOT Have Sex with Those 4438 Women,’” he said.  ”Either that, or I’ll call it, ‘The High-Tech Lynching of a Great Black Man.’”  Cain added that, as he does with everything else, he will consult with his mentor and close confidant, Clarence Thomas, on the best title for his book.

"AH NEVER MET AN ASS AH DIDN'T LIKE!!!" shouts Herman, paraphrasing Will Rogers

Mo Gaddafi Killed Accidently

Mo and his ho during better times pose for pictures with agent and pimp, Antonio Spunkenelli

Deposed Libyan dictator, Muammar Gaddafi, was killed accidently today, according to about 400 bystanders who claimed to have seen the whole thing.

“Our heavily armed mob was just passing by what happened to be, to our surpise, Colonel Gaddafi’s hometown of Sirte,” said heavily armed Ali Jackinoff of a nearby town.

Ali Jackinoff: "Me and 400 friends of mine were just passing by, minding our own fucking business"

“Anyhow, the bunch of us were just out for a walk minding our own business and my friend Aqbar asked me if I saw last night’s football game and just as I was about to respond, we happened upon a drainage ditch where I saw what looked like a dude poking his head out of the end of this ditch.  So a bunch of us went over to this guy to see if he was okay and fuckin’ eyh, it turns out to be Col Gaddafi. ”

“I was like, hey Col, you okay?  He just scurries back into this drain pipe thing.  So a bunch of us go down there with our guns, grenades, and surface to air rocket launchers that we all carry around  just in case of an emergency and they’re kind of heavy and all so we ditch them in order to go down to this drain pipe and see what’s up with the Colonel.”

“We get down there and the guy just comes running out like a madman screaming for us to not hurt him…calling us his father and all and I’m like WHOA dude! ….chill for a minute.  But this guy’s is like loco and starts flailing about and jumping all over us and here’s 400 of my friends wondering what in god’s name is going on here? We’re trying to help this guy and he’s running around like a madman and all and he starts to throw himself into our fists literally pummeling himself against us.  My friends are doing everything they can to avoid having this guy hit their fists but he’s like out of control until he literally beats his head and body to a bloody pulp.”

"We tried everything we could to keep the Colonel from hitting our fists....but it was impossible. He was out of control," said Ali pictured here with a bunch of his friends trying to help the Colonel.

“I started yelling at my friends, Muhammad, Ali G, Aqbar, Mamood, Ralph, Ernie, and all the rest of you….pick up your gear and let’s get the fuck out of here….can’t you see this guy’s nuts?!?!”

“We start to split and suddenly the Colonel who’s pretty beat up by this time grabs Ali G who just happens to be picking up his loaded 9 mm at that very moment to put it in a safe spot so it won’t hurt anyone and the Colonel forces Ali G’s finger on the trigger and grabs his hand jamming it against his temple making the gun go off sending a bullet right into his head.”

"We did what we could for him," said Ali. "But this poor guy seemed like he was on a kamakaze mission"

“Needless to say, the Colonel was killed which shocked the shit out of all of us. Ali G is still traumatized by the whole thing.  We were all just out and about in the countryside trying to have a good time.  This thing just fucked up our whole day man. This will probably be the last time we all get together for this type of outing.  I can tell you that none of us will ever be the same.”

“And that’s how it happened.  I plan to write a book someday. I’ll probably call it, Col Gaddafi….I Hardly Knew Ye, by Ali Jackinoff.

9….9…..9 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(On the stump, Republican front-runner Herman Cain touts his signature campaign issue to his core constituency, a bunch of fat, redneck, evangelical racists at a huge rally outside of a mega Baptist Church in South Carolina.  In his masterful way, Pastor Cain has worked the crowd to a fever pitch):

NINE….NINE….NINE!!!!!!! LEMME HEAR YUH SAY NINE….NINE….NINE!!!!!!!!

Crowd:  (((NINE NINE NINE!!!!!))) ((YEEEEEEHAAAA)))

YOWSUH….NINE….NINE….NINE!!!!!!!  SING IT CHILDREN!!!!!

Crowd:  ((NINE NINE NINE!!! NINE NINE NINE!!))

NINE….NINE…NINE!!!!! LORD HAVE MERCY….PRAISE GAWD….HALLELUJAH!!!!! NINE…..NINE….NINE!!!!!!

Crowd:  ((NINE NINE NINE!!!!!!)))) (((SING A SONG HERMAN!!!!!!)), screams one of his fans….

"....HOW GREAT THOU ART!!!!!"

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

“Then sings my soul,

My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art!

How great Thou art!

Then sings my soul,

My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art!

How great Thou art!”

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

“WOO WOO WOO WOO”

“AH JIST LOVE HERMAN CAIN AN AH AM VOTING FOR HIM FOR PRESIDENT CAUSE HE PUT GOD BACK INTO THINGS,” exclaimed one grotesque, obese, white bigoted woman.

"Ah jist love Herman Cain because he's put God back into our lives....and ah jist love the way he says 9...9...9!"

…yet another old, white bigoted man screamed above the cheers, music, and fanfare:

“WHY I’M JUST VOTING FOR HIM CAUSE OF NINE……NINE…..NINE!!!!”

…which sets off another round of rebel yelling from the crowd…

((YEEEEEE HAAAAAAA))

((NINE NINE NINE….NINE NINE NINE….NINE NINE NINE….NINE NINE NINE))!!!  the crowd chants.

….while Mr. Cain is basking in all of the glory, I manage to get the attention of one of the white bigots and ask him…

“Excuse me sir…..you do know that Mr. Cain’s tax overhaul plan, 9-9-9, will basically fuck you and all other people like you right up the ass by raising your taxes….you know that, right?”

“Why that, suh, is a bald-face lie and pure blasphemy.  9-9-9 will do nothing of the sort.”

“I’m afraid it will, sir.  Plus, it will actually reduce by more than half what taxes rich people pay right now.”

“But it’s Nine…Nine….Nine !!! …and Mr. Cain says it’s Nine Nine Nine!!! and that’s good enough for me.”

“But, sir….you do need to know that ONE of the Nines means your sales tax for the crap you buy each week at Sam’s Club and Wal-Mart will go up from the five percent you’re paying now to almost triple that. What are your thoughts on that?”

“Well, I trust Mr. Cain’s program cause it’s Nine…Nine….Nine which is simple for me to understand and makes me feel like Mr. Cain understands all of my problems and is just like me, except for the color of his skin of course, and is someone I would like to have a beer with because of Nine….Nine…Nine.”

((by this point, however, other white bigots had overheard our conversation and, being somewhat more astute, decided to question Mr. Cain on the one “Nine” of the three Nines, The Wal-Mart Nine,  once Mr. Cain finished serenading the huge crowd with traditional religious songs.))

…his truth is MARCHING OOOOONNNNNNNN!!”   ♪ ♫ ♬

((YEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAA)))

“MR CAIN…..MR CAIN??!?!”

“Yes suh….you there….the white, fat bigot in front…suh, do you have a question for Herman?”

“Yes sir…..some of us have heard rumors that Nine….Nine….Nine will raise prices at Wal-Mart and will fuck all of us up the ass!”

((BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO))!!!!

“Why suh? Wherever have you heard such tomfoolerly? This sounds like the work of liberals who want illegal aliens to come to this country and abort your babies!”

((That’s right….yes suh!! Lord have mercy)))

“But Mr. Cain, I even did some quick math on my calculator watch and with the Nine…Nine…Nine plan, my weekly Wal-Mart shopping binge will go from $110 dollars to $120.  That’s $40 dollars a month difference Mr. Cain… which works out to, lemme see, there are 52 weeks in a year….now then, you take 30 and multiply that by four, you have to multiply three x four which brings you to 12 I believe…and then you add one zero and that’s…..lemme see…uh….”

“THAT COMES OUT TO $480 dollars,” another fat redneck shouted…..$480 DOLLARS A YEAR JUST FOR FEDERAL WALMART TAXES!!!!!!’

“Lawdy…lord have mercy,” the crowd murmured as they grew restless.

…sensing their restlessness, an ever-ready Cain sprung into action with a quick improvisation:

“Buuubbuu…wait a minute everybody!  Just HOLD your horses now!  How ’bout if ah just spin a little Herman magic and we just change Nine…Nine…Nine to……. Five…Twelve….Eight!!!!!!!!”

((crickets)))

…there was an immediate grumbling in the crowd Cain wasn’t prepared for.  After all, just as he inspired millions of fat ass Americans to eat his tasteless and shitty pizza, he had always managed to inspire white racist crowds with meaningless catch phrases, cliches, and bullshit couched in religious inspiration….

“”Five…Twelve…Eight?” grumbled the dangerously restless crowd.  “We don’t get it…Five…Twelve….Eight?  Why those are different numbers and everything.”

Cain tries to calm a restless crowd growing ever angry over "5...12...8"

“THOSE NUMBERS DON’T MAKE ANY SENSE!!!!” shouted one rabble rouser.

“FUCK FIVE…TWELVE….EIGHT!!” shouted another.

…just as some of the disgruntled members of the crowd began to douse a cross with gasoline and prepare to light it, Cain knew he had to act…and act fast:

Cain supporters, angry at him for complicating his once uncomplicated numbers from 9...9....9 to the much harder to understand, 5...12...8, don uniforms and light a cross of protest

“MY FRIENDS……NOT TO WORRY…EIGHT…EIGHT….EIGHT!!!!!”

(((YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)))))!!!!!!!

Realizing in the nick of time that the people simply needed symmetry and numbers they could understand, the master of inspiration had recaptured his momentum with a brilliant slight of hand and a simple one digit downgrade across the board of his plan.

Thus, Eight….Eight….Eight was born. And the people loved it.

((EIGHT EIGHT EIGHT….EIGHT EIGHT EIGHT…..EIGHT EIGHT EIGHT!!!!!!!!!))), they chanted wildly as their savior began to sing another inspirational song as ushers handed out Godfather’s Pizza….

Nothing soothes the savage beast like fattening pizza that tastes like crap and a simple set of numbers....and Herman knows this

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves;

“EVERYBODY SING!!!”

(((Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves!!!!)))

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Herman Cain Learns an Astonishing Truth

Republican Presidential Candidate, Herman Cain, has apparently gone through 67 years of life without knowing an essential fact….that he is black.  And he found out, what he described as a “painful truth,”  from a most unlikely source:  David Gregory, host of Meet the Press.

“On this morning’s show I asked him how he squared being a right-wing conservative with being an African-American.  Cain looked at me with a perplexed look and just said, What?  Apparently I was the first person to ever ask him if he knew he was a black man,” said Gregory.  “Up to that moment, he did not know it,” Gregory added.

Cain reacts to hearing for the first time that he is black

A review of Mr. Cain’s medical records shows he suffers from a life-long illness known as Pseudouncletomfolliculitis which reportedly gives African-Americans the perception that they are white.  Pseudouncletomfolliculitis is an extremely rare disease of which only a few hundred cases are known.

Dr. Howie Feltersnatch, a famed Los Angeles neurologist, who has studied Pseudouncletomfolliculitis, said he only knows of a few cases of the disease in the U.S.

“The most notable cases are Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, radio talk show host Armstrong Williams, right-wing political activist Ward Connerly, politician Alan Keyes, the comedian Flip Wilson, and country singer Charlie Pride,” said Dr. Feltersnatch.  “Florida Congressman Alan West may suffer from early signs of the disease as well.  Even when these people look in the mirror, they apparently see someone who is white staring back,” added Feltersnatch.

In managing his Pseudouncletomfolliculitis, Thomas has taken medications that help him...to continue believing that he is white

When Cain was asked if being repeatedly called “oreo cookie” throughout his life ever tipped him off to his true ethnicity, Cain said he just thought people were asking him if he liked this specific type of cookie.

Cain's favorite cookie? Not so says Cain.....

...these are his favorites

“I prefer Nilla Wafers,” Cain said,  “although I have been known to dabble in an Oreo Cookie from time to time.  But enough about that, David….ask me about NINE…NINE…NINE !!!!!”

“Mr. Cain, tell us about your economic plan known as 9-9-9.”

“Well David, it’s called NINE….NINE….NINE!!!!!!! LEMME HEAR YUH SAY NINE….NINE….NINE!!!!!!!! YOWSUH….NINE….NINE….NINE!!!!!!!  SING IT CHILDREN!!!!! NINE….NINE…NINE!!!!! LORD HAVE MERCY….PRAISE GAWD….HALLELUJAH!!!!! NINE…..NINE….NINE!!!!!!”

“But Mr. Cain, you’ve not given us any specifics of this program and some people are questioning its…..”

“David, all you and anyone else needs to know is NINE…..NINE….NINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRAISE GAWD!!!!!!!”

NINE....NINE.....NINE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Despite being told he is black by Gregory, Cain said he will continue to maintain the same political ideology as if he were a white bigot…which seems to be politically astute since polls show that white bigots are Cain’s biggest supporters.

“We never had the heart to tell him he was black,” said white bigot, Willie B. Hardigan.  “We were kind of hoping no one would ever tell him.”

“I will continue to work against all black interests as I have been doing my entire adult life.  Say, did I have a chance to tell you about NINE….NINE….NINE?”

NINE...NINE....NINE?!?! AAAEEEEEEEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Restrained Lame Cain Insane on Refrain

Ebullient Republican Presidential candidate and shitty pizza magnate, Herman Cain, had to be restrained today at a Greenville, South Carolina rally after getting stuck on the same stanza of a novelty song for more than 45 minutes.

“As a joke, I screamed out HEY  HERMAN, HOW ‘BOUT SINGING 999 BEERS ON THE WALL,’” said Buster Cherry, an unemployed porn distributor from nearby Sumter who attended the Cain rally.

According to witnesses, Cain gleefully and quickly took Cherry up on his offer.

Nine Hundred and Ninety Nine Beers on the wall Ninety Hundred and Ninety Nine Beers...Take One Down Pass it Around Nine Hundred and Ninety Nine Beers on the Wall

“When he first started singing Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers on the wall Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers…Take One Down Pass it Around Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers on the Wall, I was delighted that I got him started,” said Cherry…..”but instead of going to Nine Hundred and Ninety-Eight Beers on the Wall…Seven Beers on the Wall, Six Beers on the Wall and so on, Mr. Cain stayed stuck on Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine.”

“We thought Mr. Cain was joking at first…..but after five minutes people started looking at each other,” said Tea Party enthusiast, Fonda Dix.

“We knew something was really wrong when Mr. Cain carried on like this for 30 minutes,” added Ms. Dix.

Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers on the wall Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers…Take One Down Pass it Around Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers on the Wall…..Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers on the wall Nine Hundred and Ninety Nine Beers…Take One Down Pass it Around Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers on the Wall….Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers on the wall Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers…Take One Down Pass it Around Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers on the Wall…..Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers on the wall Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers…Take One Down Pass it Around Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers on the Wall.”

Cain speaks to a group of old, racist fossils before breaking into a diatribe of Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Beers on the Wall

“It was clear that Mr. Cain simply refused to take one down and pass it around,” said Cherry.

“It was like he was fucking stuck on 9-9-9,” said Pentecostal preacher, Barry McCockiner, of Columbia, S.C. “He wouldn’t shut the fuck up about the 9-9-9 thing.  About 15 or 20 minutes into all of that, people started to leave in droves.”

Barry McCockiner, Pentecostal Preacher: "Cain is fucking nuts."

“About half the people had left,” said Dix.  “I think they were scared. And then Mr. Cain whipped down his pants with his right hand while not missing a beat on the Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine song with a microphone in his left hand and he began to whack off with his right hand right there in front of everyone who were still there.”

According to spectators, Greenville police arrived even before Cain finished…..whacking off that is.  According to police he never finished the song.

Ex-Cain supporters react when he whips down his pants and whips it out

“He was still singing that song even after we locked him up in the Greenville County jail,” said Greenville Sheriff Ben Yankin.   “Just on and on and on.”

“Not only can the guy not sing, he has a two-inch penis,” observed a disappointed Dix.  “I thought his kind of people had big ones,” she added with a shrug, “but it looks like he’s just like all the other Republicans.”

Cain is Able

Cain poses w/ long-time mistress who he met at the hospital after she became violently ill an hour after eating one of his Godfather's pizzas

Hardly a day goes by that I don’t feel
Encouraged by the great
Renaissanc­e of hope that is
Morphing throughout
All of the land that has been brought on by
None other than the great

Cain who will be our country’s next  savior
And the man who will lead us
Into the promised land by
Not only being a visionary, but by being an

Inspiratio­n to all of us lost
Souls who are looking for someone who will give us the

Opportunit­ies we have
Unfortunat­ely not had for such a long, long
Time until this moment when

Our collective spirits are lifted to
Fabulous heights by Mr. Cain who

Has the gift of not only being
Iconic but by literally coming and
Saving all of us

From the abyss and the
Undercurre­nts of despair at such a
Crucial time in our history when the
Key to achieving what is
Ideal is to know that
Nothing can stand between us and
Greatness so long as this great

Man and pizza king can lead us
Into the promise land because at this crucial crossroads we
Need greatness and we, therefore,
Demand Herman Cain

(…but the truth? Find the eight hidden words from above and fill in the blanks)
______ ____ __ ___ __ ___ _______ ____

The Rick Perry Hunting Camp

Whether you enjoy hunting or just want to enjoy a getaway with the family in the great outdoors, there may no better place to go than Niggerhead.

And there’s one guy you can always count on to greet you at Niggerhead with hometown, Texas hospitality….and that would be Texas Governor and Republican Presidential candidate, Rick Perry.

"WELCOME TO NIGGERHEAD BOYS!!!!"

“COME TO NIGGERHEAD…YEEEEEEEHAAAAAAA !!!!” screamed Perry with his best rebel-yell welcome to a group of hunters from Columbus, Ohio.

“We’ve been wanting to come to Niggerhead forever–ever since we found out that not only does it have the best hunting this side of Nairobi but the best hospitality in the entire United States !!” said Bo Svenson, a hunter from Columbus.

Ready to party at Niggerhead

“Ah hope  you boys done brought yah-self an appetite to Niggerhead!” yelled Perry.  “YEEEEEHAAAAAAA!!!!”

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAA,” screamed the Columbus entourage.

One of the many delicacies offered at Niggerhead is Deep Fried Donkey Dick which Govnuh Perry shows a group of hunters how to eat

“Boys,”  said Perry…. “here at Niggerhead we offer a number of hunting excursions to satisfy even the most discriminating tastes!  On Mondays,  and Wednesdays, starting at 6 a.m. we got the Jungle Bunny Safari.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays it’s a good old-fashioned COON HUNT !!!!”

“YEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAA!!!!

“On Fridays, get ready for the Brer Rabbit Blast!”

“…..and on weekends, we offer the SPEAR CHUCKER HOLIDAY!!!”

Strapping with boot spurs, the Govnuh do take his hunting seriously as he gets ready for some goooood huntin' of some nigg...uh, rabbits

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For the ultimate sportsman, Rick Perry’s Niggerhead Hunting Camp offers the finest hunting excursions outside of Africa.  Bring yourself, your family, and your friends….but most of all, bring a hunting spirit.  Hunting includes deer, wild boar, jack rabbits, coyotes, mountain lions, even bears (seasonal). But most of all, Niggerhead offers the world’s most sensational hunting of….well, you know.

Herman Cain was all set for a weekend at Niggerhead until the 11th hour when he found out just being white on the inside wasn't enough for admittance. "I need to work on that," said Cain. "I'll help you out," offered Cain's best friend Clarence Thomas.

Come to Niggerhead and have the thrill of your life!

A Niggerhead hunter takes aim at a home where reportedly resides a family of nigg...er, mountain lions

Niggerhead is located in Jasper, TX.  For more information or to sign up, go to Theniggerheadhunt.com

Niggerhead at sunset

(Whites only)