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DreyZell walked into the house
'what u doin foo?' said his momma
'just getting da chiken waaannggz ma nigga, wot u finkin fooL?'
DreyZell suddenly understood the futility of the situation. How does one cut short that which one does not wish to prolong, that is to say, such family engagements with unprecedented and excessive sexual tension between mother and son?
Momma – 'Thou art so FAT WITTED that thou has returned yonder to thine fridge in search of that which thou cannot attain in its truest form!'
DreyZell felt weary of the ubiqitous truth which spluttered from this fine wench's succulent lips.
DreyZell – 'Momma, did you get the cactus I ordered three nights past?'
The look on momma's face vacillated, hithering and dithering on the brink of an unforseen, yet necessary psychosis. Her only response was – 'Quite so. I have already embedded it 3 inches into my vaginal wall, and one thorn has with natural intent, inclined itself to tickle my clitoris.'

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>>1909280
watching the rage build is delicious

>>1798324
Sounds like it.

>>1741780

I got a real kick out of that one

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http://pastebin.com/meJXUu9S

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