I am walking home from school the other day. I focus intently on keeping off the cracks. It isn't about superstition, simply for something to do on the long and boring walk. As I pass by the book store, a bodacious babe from my school runs out to me. She begins talking about how she has to finish this science project or some shit, I was paying more attention to her boobs and how they bounced up and down in a hypnotizing fashion with every step she took. After looking into her eyes, I realized what this was about. She wanted my magic stick after school, and the science project was just an excuse to get it.
I run home after we part and I prepare for her. I place a condom on my bedside table, and slip into my silky pajama bottoms. I remove my shirt, and spray some of that axe shit, yeah, I'm an amateur at this kinda thing.
My mom then walks in. She says, Jimmy, I know this girl of yours, and she's no good. Let me tell you...
All that she wants is another baby
Shes gone tomorrow boy
All that she wants is another baby, whoaoo
All that she wants is another baby
Shes gone tomorrow boy
All that she wants is another baby, whoaoo
I sit there for a few moments.
Okay?
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