Monday, July 30, 2007

A Guide to the Wonderful World of Wiggers, Part 1

HERE at DC Wigger, we pride ourselves on being the best wigger spotters and analyzers in the area, and possibly (definitely) the world. Because of our experience and superior wigger observing abilities, we feel it necessary to impart on to you, the audience, some of what we have learned (“Drop some knowledge,” if you will). So, for all those new to the wigger-watching scene, here is an incomplete, but very real, guide to wiggers and some of their derivatives. This feature will be installed in parts, so check back for more updates to the wigger guide.

SILVER SPOON WIGGER
This wigger is just fed up with his parents and can’t believe that his third car is going to only be a BMW 3-series. It is extremely likely that this wigger has never seen a black person in real life, and if they have, it frightened them very much. This wigger is an unfortunate cross between a popped-collar bro and some “urban culture,” frequently resulting in a New Era flat brim and expensive custom Nikes with their name on them. Can be seen in any car worth more than $40,000 that his parents bought for him listening to 50 Cent VERY LOUDLY.



Places to keep an eye out in the area: Potomac, Bethesda (especially around movie theaters and malls)


REDNECK/WIGGER HYBRID
Oh, what a sad, confused life this type of wigger leads. This sorry sap is caught in the crossfire of two cultures destined to clash forever. The dark abyss at which black culture meets tobacco-chewing racists is the redneck/wigger hybrid. This wigger can be found fishing, hunting, wearing a wife-beater and listening to Three Six Mafia on his porch with a six-pack of Bud. It would not be surprising if you saw a confederate flag somewhere around this wigger, because you must remember, he is confused. Also, a dead giveaway of a hybrid wigger is a ridiculously overdone crucifix tattoo that was probably applied to his hide in the backyard. If seen in public, the redneck/wigger hybrid is loud, arrogant and frailbodied. His taste in women is truly unique: he parties with girls 6 years younger than him, fantasizes about black women (but never comes into contact with them), and ends up marrying his cousin. The disorder that this wigger has that causes him to act in this erratic fashion should be added to the DSM-IV.



Places in the area you are most likely to see a redneck/wigger hybrid: Anywhere north of Laytonsville, and everywhere that there are car repair shops or country concerts with underage girls

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Wigger in DC loses his $90 knife

Searching for it...
AFTER near minutes of vigorous searching in the bushes for his prized lock blade knife, this vigilant soul finally recovers what he thought was lost forever.

When casually looked at by bystanders, the wigger had this to say about his harrowing experience:
"Well goddamn, I thought I lost my ninety-dollar knife!"

The wigger's comment was met with awkward nods of approval as well as a few annoyed glances.




We here at the wigger blog wish you luck in your efforts to show your knife off to make you look more "street" in the future, brave wigger, and hope that you will never have to experience something so traumatic as this again. Godspeed.
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Friday, July 20, 2007

Wigger girl can't find her shirt


...but it is "all good," according to her, because she has her cigarette.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Wigger's first hummer gets annihilated

This is a sad day in the life of this DC wigger. Hold on brother, you can make it.