So I'm boinking this chick, right?
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I mean, I'm laying down the pipe like I'm a plumber with a gun to his head. This chick was thicc too. Dummy thicc. I'm making these cheeks clap like they're giving me a round of applause as if I was Spielberg and shit.
I'm shmackin' and thwackin' and out of nowhere some fool starts banging on my door all loud and shit. I'm like, man this better not be who I think it is. I open the door. Dong out, of course. It's Thiccie's boyfriend! He starts telling me he's gonna kill me and shit. I slam the door in his stupid, fucking face and get back to thrusting that whomp-whomp.
Later that day, at night, when it's all dark and shit, I start hearing footsteps in my crib. Aw hell no, this fool done got brave. I pull out my Romp-tomp with the willy-trigger and the full speed barrels (you gun-people know what I'm talking about) and start blasting. POP POP POP. I heard that fool fall to the floor. I run over and flip on that light-switchie to get a better look. "Damn pops, you got me good." Oh shit. That wasn't Thiccarella's boyfriend, it was my 5-year old son! "My bad, G." I told him, but he wasn't having it. "Nah dawg, you ain't getting forgivsies on this." Then he fucking croaked.
I buried little homie under the floorboards and he's been haunting the shit out of me everyday since then.
Credited to WillowsParkBBQAndCum
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