Yo, so's, ahm doin' my ting, ya know, cruisin' down da intastate when's I pulls inta dis roadside burger joint near da construction site. You know, da one where's Johnny Bags accidentally met his untimely fate wit a crowbar? Yeah. Poor fuckin guy what canya do. But whatevah. So's, ahm mowing on dis burger whens I sees dat ass. Like, whoah. Dat ass on dat Miss Glass, baby. Holyfuckenshit. I mean, dat ass was ta muthfuckin die for, youknowwattamean? So, yo, natch I gives her da wolfwhistle from outta my truck. ...Hey, whatthefuck, it woiked fer my fadda, it woiked fer your fadda, so fuck it, right?
And, check this out, she fuckin comes over and sez how she's all inta "what men do" and how "sexy boys wit trouser tents" makes her wanna "hop inta their cahrs and go for a ride!" Muthafuck! I didn't even fuckin do nuthin yet but whistle to da chick, and den she fuckin sez she wants to see my fuckin Fleshbot fer chrissake. Fuck.
So, yeah, I took her down to the overlook an' banged her hard and good for a few hours. Fuckin dame was tight, lemme tells ya. Fuggedabotit.
It was so good, I bet she writes abot me on da mutherfuckin intranets. Yeah.
6 comments:
Rogue, your versatility never ceases to amaze me. Thanks for the laugh.
Yo, thanks. Whatcha doin latah?
Oh ya dope. Showen' off fer them tramps again? Come eatcher mashed potatas.
MmMmm... yeh! Momma makeses da best mashed potatas!
*stuffs mouth*
Mmmph... mmpf... *munch*... Yo, babe... *swallow*... Youse lookin pretty hot there, even wit dat aprons on ya... whadya say we's go fer kawfee latah, hah?...
Mmph... *swallow*... good potatas...
Oh ye gettin romantics wit me now, are yeh? Ya big lug...
Yo, baby, how's could I not? Ya puts good luvins on da table, and I gets all weak fer ya, knowhaddamean?
But not too weak, knowwhadaaimsayin?
C'mere and lemme shows ya how big 'n strong yer dinnahs make me for ya... yeah, baby...
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