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Its friday night, BBCson gets up, he's just done gooning to the Podesta's art collection. He braps.
>Hnn better got some KFC's and watch some bvlls eat
He mutters to himself. He's still somewhat disappointed none of the children in the art collection were Black, and wonders what a young hoodlums greatest asset looks like when its still growing. He gets an erection.
Later that same night BBCson occupies two seats, each for one asscheeck and scans the KFC. He spots a Black family devouring a family bucket. He wishes he could trade places. He wishes he could be their thanksgiving turkey and imagines a strong Black hand rinsing him with soap, slapping his meat, his belly, before stuffing him all the way. He rubs his belly.
>I wonder what Black people stuff dey turkey with
He pines for the young stud in their midst, gold chain around his neck, the toned muscle of his Black biceps and his eyes drift downward, thinking about whats underneath the table.
He
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>>84505very comprehensible