Cause of this god forsaken revolution. People have been turning up on my doorstep aksing for food and shit. I don't have food to spare and the goddamned boyahcracy has refused to give me any kind of government aid cause I'm not black. I told them how much I love Kool-Aid and fat white women but nooooooooo. I have to be black.
Anyways, I don't like being a home to refugees. I think one of them slept with my wife. She's fat though so I don't care.
With? maybe on.
So in an effort to feed the refugees I have decided to feed refugees to refugees. Typically the ones that slept on/with my wife get fed to the ones that are going to sleep with my wife. Meanwhile, I get to go to McCallister's Deli and eat Big n Nasty's.
What's a big and nasty? It's my wife! goonish
So boyahcracy boyahcrazy, I thank you for distracting my wife and sending me delicious adulterers that are juicy and plump and brown very evenly. I'll take in any refugees that come my way as long as they are goowan fearing.
so tell me why I should harbor you/what is your bake time?
also shh don't tell bronsen
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