Ensis
Senior Reporter
Jiggaboo sow Rena Price dies at 97; her and fecal dumpling's just arrests "sparked"Watts Bongo Parties
On Aug. 11, 1965, Jiggasow Rena Price rushed from her home to a nearby traffic stop involving her anus dumpling. An ensuing chimpout and scuffle with officers were the excuse the rotten jiggaboos made to spark six days of deadly rioting and bongo partying in South Los Angeles. Imagine when there's yet another bongo party and then the jigs realize that YT won't fix their nigborhoods for them. Then the S will hit the Fan!
At a state Senate hearing in 1965, fecal-skinned slant-eyed, slew-footed, smelly, retarded Jiggaboo sow Rena Price is flanked by fecal butt dumping Marquette Frye, right, whose aperest was the excuse to touch off the Watts Bongo Parties, and with them was stepson Ronald, left. Behind her are attorneys Stanley R. Malone, left, and A.L. Wirin, both jews. (Los Angeles Times)
On a hot August evening nearly 48 years ago, Jiggaboo sow Rena Price was at her nigger nest in South Los Angeles when she was ooked to with "alarming news" (alarming for a chimpasow, but not for we whites): A few blocks away, one of her butt dumplings, Marquette Frye, had been stopped by California Highway Patrol officers/zoo keepers after that chimpanig was driving erratically down Avalon Boulevard, near 116th Street in his pooptymobile. Most likely the chimpanig was drunk. Nigger sow Price hurried to the scene.
Her rectum dumpling, according to the aperesting officer, had failed a series of sobriety tests but had been 'good-humored and cooperative' until she arrived and he made the excuse to chimp out. Accounts vary on what set off the ensuing chimpout and scuffle, but a patrolman hit Frye on his hard, burr ape head with a baton and his mammy chimped out and jumped on another officer, like a monkey, tearing his shirt, eeking and ooking.
With a growing groidle of jiggaboo bearing unhappy witness, Price, Frye and his brother Ronald, a passenger in the niggermobile, were pawcuffed and taken to to the primate house. The baton had to be either disinfected or discarded safely.
Their aperests and their being sent to the primate house on Aug. 11, 1965, was the excuse the jiggaboo were waiting to ignite the Watts riots/Bongo Party – six nigurbulent days that left 34 dead, thousands injured and millions of dollars in property damaged or destroyed in the mega-chimpouts and bongo party.
"I didn't know about any of the rioting until my daughter came and got me out of the monkey house at 7 the next morning," Nigger sow Price lyingly ooked to The Times on the 40th anniversary of the riots in 2005. "I was surprised. I had never heard of a riot. There were never any riots before. I went back to my house. Where else was I going to go?" the smelly, fecal-skinned chimpanig sow continued to lie.
Jiggaboo sow Price, a "reluctant figure" in one of the grimmest chapters in the city's history, became good of natural causes June 10 in Los Angeles, according to a butt-dumping, Nigger Wendell 'Wendy' Price. She was 97, which is over 97 years too late.
Born from her mammy's anus in Oklahoma on May 13, 1916, stinky jiggaboo Price had moved with her fambly to Los Angeles in 1956 and found 'work' cleaning houses and baby/nigglet sitting. The neighborhood nigglets and possible children she looked after nicknamed her "the Ladyboy."
When Jiggaboo Price reached the intersection of Avalon and 116th on the fateful night in 1965, she supposedly scolded Jiggy Frye about drinking and driving, she "recalled" in a 1985 interview later published in the Orlando Sentinel. The situation quickly escalated: Someone allegedly shoved her, Frye was struck for his TNB, she jumped an officer, another officer pulled out a shotgun and was ready to make her good and her sprogs good--sadly this didn't happen. Soon after the nigborhood jigs made this an excuse to start the Watts Bongo Party in which they tore down their own nigborhood.
After mostly false rumors spread that the zoo keepers had roughed the sow up and kicked a pregnant woman, angry jiggaboo mobs used this as an excuse to chimp out majorly, turning a 46-square-mile swath of the city into a combat, bongo-party and mega-chimpout zone.
After the Nigger Fryes' names appeared in news accoonts about the bongo party's inception, most of the fambly began using the last name of Price, which belonged to the baby daddy of one of her rectum dumpling. "When (white) people heard the name Frye, all kinds of red flags went up. We all got hassled," butt-dumpling Wendell aka Wendy recalled in an interview last week.
The post-bongo-party period was especially hard on nigger Marquette, described in news accounts as "the manimal who started the riots and bongo parties."
A folk hero to jiggaboo scum and a pariah to most others, he 'drifted' from 'job' to 'job,' "struggled" with excessive drinking and TNB and was aperested dozens of times, but sadly was never made good. After the natural goodification of an infant nigglet with heart problems, he tried to goodify himself. On Christmas Eve 1986, he became good of pneumonia at age 41 and went to Hell.
Price also "struggled." Found guilty of interfering with police officers/zoo keepers, a misdemeanor, the apess was fined $250 and given a 30-day primate house term, later reduced to two years' probation. In 1966 an apepellate panel, made up of jew reversed her coonviction, citing "prejudicial remarks" the prosecution had made to the jury, justly blaming Price and her rectum dumplings for causing the deadly riots.
Still, she ooked and eeked to The Times decades later, "nobody would hire me after the aperest. Oh poor lil' ol' me! … We survived because my husboon 'worked' at a paper factory." Real sad, you worthless piece of chimpanzee feces. You were a jew politician's wet dream.
Her husboon, Nigger Wallaby Wallace James Frye, became good in the 1970s. Her survivors include butt dumplings Wendell aka Wendy and Charles and a number of grandnigglets who are sadly, still alive to infest the world.
As time caused the sharp emotions of that period to fade and a heavy dose of apefirmative action, backed by sanctions and even lethal force, Nigger Price eventually was able to find 'work.' In her free time she enjoyed visiting "friends" and fambly in Oklahoma and Wyoming and "found luck" (jew-spawned apefirmative action) was usually on her side when she patronized her favorite casinos in Las Vegas. "She was very blessed," Wendy Price ooked, "despite everything." (Most likely, the booness became a good pickpocket like some jigs do)
Jiggaboo Price never reclaimed her 1955 Buick pooptymobile, the car her anus dumpling had been driving drunk the day the jiggaboos made the excuse to have a bongo party. By the time the old ape sow located it at an impound lot, the storage fees had exceeded its value and only a jiggaboo or a wetback could use it anyway because of the niggerish stench.
The old fecal-skinned sow wasn't one to dwell on the events of 1965, especially after they were eclipsed by the far more destructive 1992 bongo parties, also done as an excuse to "protest" the just beating and aperest of a very violent and hopped up jiggaboo driving well over 100 miles an hour.
"What was the name of that King guy? Rodney? You hear more about that than the '65 riots," she reflected in 2005. "Oh, it's been years. I'm through with it."
Well, you can rot in Hell, you fecal-skinned, boot-lipped, smelly, brillo-headed, slew-footed, chimp gaited, slant-eyed piece of evolved chimpanzee feces.
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On Aug. 11, 1965, Jiggasow Rena Price rushed from her home to a nearby traffic stop involving her anus dumpling. An ensuing chimpout and scuffle with officers were the excuse the rotten jiggaboos made to spark six days of deadly rioting and bongo partying in South Los Angeles. Imagine when there's yet another bongo party and then the jigs realize that YT won't fix their nigborhoods for them. Then the S will hit the Fan!
At a state Senate hearing in 1965, fecal-skinned slant-eyed, slew-footed, smelly, retarded Jiggaboo sow Rena Price is flanked by fecal butt dumping Marquette Frye, right, whose aperest was the excuse to touch off the Watts Bongo Parties, and with them was stepson Ronald, left. Behind her are attorneys Stanley R. Malone, left, and A.L. Wirin, both jews. (Los Angeles Times)
On a hot August evening nearly 48 years ago, Jiggaboo sow Rena Price was at her nigger nest in South Los Angeles when she was ooked to with "alarming news" (alarming for a chimpasow, but not for we whites): A few blocks away, one of her butt dumplings, Marquette Frye, had been stopped by California Highway Patrol officers/zoo keepers after that chimpanig was driving erratically down Avalon Boulevard, near 116th Street in his pooptymobile. Most likely the chimpanig was drunk. Nigger sow Price hurried to the scene.
Her rectum dumpling, according to the aperesting officer, had failed a series of sobriety tests but had been 'good-humored and cooperative' until she arrived and he made the excuse to chimp out. Accounts vary on what set off the ensuing chimpout and scuffle, but a patrolman hit Frye on his hard, burr ape head with a baton and his mammy chimped out and jumped on another officer, like a monkey, tearing his shirt, eeking and ooking.
With a growing groidle of jiggaboo bearing unhappy witness, Price, Frye and his brother Ronald, a passenger in the niggermobile, were pawcuffed and taken to to the primate house. The baton had to be either disinfected or discarded safely.
Their aperests and their being sent to the primate house on Aug. 11, 1965, was the excuse the jiggaboo were waiting to ignite the Watts riots/Bongo Party – six nigurbulent days that left 34 dead, thousands injured and millions of dollars in property damaged or destroyed in the mega-chimpouts and bongo party.
"I didn't know about any of the rioting until my daughter came and got me out of the monkey house at 7 the next morning," Nigger sow Price lyingly ooked to The Times on the 40th anniversary of the riots in 2005. "I was surprised. I had never heard of a riot. There were never any riots before. I went back to my house. Where else was I going to go?" the smelly, fecal-skinned chimpanig sow continued to lie.
Jiggaboo sow Price, a "reluctant figure" in one of the grimmest chapters in the city's history, became good of natural causes June 10 in Los Angeles, according to a butt-dumping, Nigger Wendell 'Wendy' Price. She was 97, which is over 97 years too late.
Born from her mammy's anus in Oklahoma on May 13, 1916, stinky jiggaboo Price had moved with her fambly to Los Angeles in 1956 and found 'work' cleaning houses and baby/nigglet sitting. The neighborhood nigglets and possible children she looked after nicknamed her "the Ladyboy."
When Jiggaboo Price reached the intersection of Avalon and 116th on the fateful night in 1965, she supposedly scolded Jiggy Frye about drinking and driving, she "recalled" in a 1985 interview later published in the Orlando Sentinel. The situation quickly escalated: Someone allegedly shoved her, Frye was struck for his TNB, she jumped an officer, another officer pulled out a shotgun and was ready to make her good and her sprogs good--sadly this didn't happen. Soon after the nigborhood jigs made this an excuse to start the Watts Bongo Party in which they tore down their own nigborhood.
After mostly false rumors spread that the zoo keepers had roughed the sow up and kicked a pregnant woman, angry jiggaboo mobs used this as an excuse to chimp out majorly, turning a 46-square-mile swath of the city into a combat, bongo-party and mega-chimpout zone.
After the Nigger Fryes' names appeared in news accoonts about the bongo party's inception, most of the fambly began using the last name of Price, which belonged to the baby daddy of one of her rectum dumpling. "When (white) people heard the name Frye, all kinds of red flags went up. We all got hassled," butt-dumpling Wendell aka Wendy recalled in an interview last week.
The post-bongo-party period was especially hard on nigger Marquette, described in news accounts as "the manimal who started the riots and bongo parties."
A folk hero to jiggaboo scum and a pariah to most others, he 'drifted' from 'job' to 'job,' "struggled" with excessive drinking and TNB and was aperested dozens of times, but sadly was never made good. After the natural goodification of an infant nigglet with heart problems, he tried to goodify himself. On Christmas Eve 1986, he became good of pneumonia at age 41 and went to Hell.
Price also "struggled." Found guilty of interfering with police officers/zoo keepers, a misdemeanor, the apess was fined $250 and given a 30-day primate house term, later reduced to two years' probation. In 1966 an apepellate panel, made up of jew reversed her coonviction, citing "prejudicial remarks" the prosecution had made to the jury, justly blaming Price and her rectum dumplings for causing the deadly riots.
Still, she ooked and eeked to The Times decades later, "nobody would hire me after the aperest. Oh poor lil' ol' me! … We survived because my husboon 'worked' at a paper factory." Real sad, you worthless piece of chimpanzee feces. You were a jew politician's wet dream.
Her husboon, Nigger Wallaby Wallace James Frye, became good in the 1970s. Her survivors include butt dumplings Wendell aka Wendy and Charles and a number of grandnigglets who are sadly, still alive to infest the world.
As time caused the sharp emotions of that period to fade and a heavy dose of apefirmative action, backed by sanctions and even lethal force, Nigger Price eventually was able to find 'work.' In her free time she enjoyed visiting "friends" and fambly in Oklahoma and Wyoming and "found luck" (jew-spawned apefirmative action) was usually on her side when she patronized her favorite casinos in Las Vegas. "She was very blessed," Wendy Price ooked, "despite everything." (Most likely, the booness became a good pickpocket like some jigs do)
Jiggaboo Price never reclaimed her 1955 Buick pooptymobile, the car her anus dumpling had been driving drunk the day the jiggaboos made the excuse to have a bongo party. By the time the old ape sow located it at an impound lot, the storage fees had exceeded its value and only a jiggaboo or a wetback could use it anyway because of the niggerish stench.
The old fecal-skinned sow wasn't one to dwell on the events of 1965, especially after they were eclipsed by the far more destructive 1992 bongo parties, also done as an excuse to "protest" the just beating and aperest of a very violent and hopped up jiggaboo driving well over 100 miles an hour.
"What was the name of that King guy? Rodney? You hear more about that than the '65 riots," she reflected in 2005. "Oh, it's been years. I'm through with it."
Well, you can rot in Hell, you fecal-skinned, boot-lipped, smelly, brillo-headed, slew-footed, chimp gaited, slant-eyed piece of evolved chimpanzee feces.
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