I listened to the black guy who tips podcasts because Rod and Karen are hot.

You're supposed to woof what's a like this?

Recklessly eyeballing her the whole way he perched his lips and let go of woof what's so

so lecherous and libidinous. It curled both the white woman's pretty pain it tells

and the dainty red ribbon in her blonde hair. Now it was her turn and my father stood there

lustful and black. As she just as defiantly not only recklessly eyeballed him back but recklessly

rubbed his dick through his pants. Needing his crotch like pizza dough for all she was

worked. Dad quickly whispered something in her ear, handed me a $5 bill, said I'll

be back and together they heard into the car and tore out down some dirt road leaving

me to be lynched for his crimes. Is there a black book Rebecca ain't fucked from

here to natch ass? Well, least she knows what she likes. You're doing pick a wood ass

still ain't decided whether you like men or not. I'm bisexual I like both. Ain't no

such thing you ain't either is or you ain't man crush on their learn her my ass. While

the good old boys argued the merits and manifestation of sexuality I thankfully thankful to be alive

went inside the store for a soda. They carry only one brand and one size Coca-Cola in

the classic seven ounce bottle. A twisted one open. I twisted one open and watched the

effervescent sprites of carbon dioxide dancing the sun rays. I can't tell you how good

that coke tasted but there's no joke that I never understood until that bubbling brown

elixir slid soothingly down my throat.

But with a red neck a nigger and a Mexican are sitting at the same bus stop when bam a

genie appears out of nowhere in a cloud of smoke. You each get one wish says a genie adjusting

this term in his ruby rings. So the nigger says I wish for all my black brothers and sisters

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