Your infantile level of "humor" says it all.
I can easily imagine you running around drunk and barefoot in the dirt outside your trailer hollering while shooting both your pistols up in the air while all the dogs nearby bark and someone plays the banjo.
Where do you even get internet access I wonder, one of them cousins borrowed you a cellphone?
Do you need to get up on the roof of your trailer to get a connection?
Yeehaw thar clanner, yeehaw!
I didn't realize that lil John and the east side Boyz wrote that hit single about you. Your legendary cock sucking abilities are what inspired the iconic chorus: "ah skeet skeet muh fukka".
I'd be honored to have met such a legend if I weren't so disgusted by the thought of what your typical Friday and Saturday nights involve. Id guess you look a look like a cat in heat around every black man you come across at the gay bars you frequent. You know, all those place where you've written on the walls of every bathroom stall you phone number and "call to get your balls drained"
Shalom!
Normally I would ask you to simply bite your pillow, you know, like you used to do when your dad was drunk and wanted some fun, but realizing you sleep on hay I dont want to be unnecessarily cruel.
Is there anything else in your primitive, simian brain then simple things like "muh, "fuk", "nigga", "dikk" "ghay" and so on floating around?
It must be SO easy to be amused by even the simplest things such as mud or the backside of goats in your primitive reality. Look a horse, duuh huuh..I can fukk itt, huuh huuh.
I´m simply stunned that people like you actually exist outside of deep desert caves and jungles.
LOL
YEEHAW thar KKK clanner!
You sure do come up with some long and detailed responses to being called a black buck fuck toy.
I guess I hit a nerve with my accurate assessment.
Shalom!
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