Ah, the Boondocks.
Fuck you you'll never write poetry and your grandson will weep thinking 'my pap-pap didn't was a fag'
WTF?
You heard me.
what?
NIghty night, pussy.
Tonight? Stay on your own weak-ass side of the international date line, nigger.
bring it.
It smells like weak western bitches in here.
try southern man asses, you smell it?
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