How I longed to be lynched by those locks.
Such a thought would imply that they could think in hypotheticals.
So den I seez dat wyhite wimmenz...
I aksed huh fo huh name, an she dihnt spray me wiff mace. Dats true love right dure.
Sha donn gibs me her caar.l, I went to my sizde bishes section 8 and fukked her tenn ate all day watermelon. Then I got hizh and wrecked the car runnenz from da cops. Now I be waiten fer that dumb bish to come bailz me out.
How da fuq dat bish got watamelon? She ain't got no money on huh SNAP and wit huh fat ass in da way, ain't NO way she gonna be abuhw ta steal a hole mellon.
Her wig was like the finest rope. - ftfy
