Two Big n i g g e r Uncles Bouncing rolles of fat to the Beat

c u n t n i g g e r was thinking about p e n i s ni g g e r again. p e n i s was a broke michelin man with moist p e n i s and b l a c k armpit hairs.

c u n t walked over to the window and reflected on his sweaty surroundings. He had always hated hot g a y club with its giant, graceful g a y s t r i p p e r s. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel h o r n y.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a broke figure of p e n i s ni g g e r.

c u n t gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a hot, sweaty, p u s s y port drinker with skinny p e n i s and thicc armpit hairs. His friends saw him as a nervous, noisy n i g g a. Once, he had even revived a dying, toddler.

But not even a hot person who had once revived a dying, toddler, was prepared for what p e n i s had in store today.

The rain hammered like sucking fruit flys, making c u n t a r o u s e d. c u n t grabbed a smelly and stickey peace of a s s wallet d i l d o that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As c u n t stepped outside and p e n i s came closer, he could see the small glint in her eye.

"Look c u n t," growled p e n i s, with a c u n t glare that reminded c u n t of broke black guy. "I hate you and I want V bucks and head. You owe me 4181 dollar."

c u n t looked back, even more a r o u s e d and still fingering the smelly and stickey peace of a s s wallet d i l d o. "p e n i s, give me your wallet so i can get V bucks," he replied.

They looked at each other with hungry feelings, like two proud, prickly pigeons fat obese grandmas at a very stoopid my grandmas funeral, which had g a y music music playing in the background and two big n i g g e r uncles bouncing rolles of fat to the beat.

Suddenly, p e n i s lunged forward and tried to punch c u n t in the face. Quickly, c u n t grabbed the smelly and stickey peace of a s s wallet d i l d o and brought it down on p e n i s's skull.

p e n i s's moist p e n i s trembled and her b l a c k armpit hairs wobbled. She looked fat, her wallet raw like a disgusted, depressed death star LEGO set.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later p e n i s ni g g e r was dead.

c u n t n i g g e r went back inside and made himself a nice drink of p u s s y port.