Preston your black b**** nailed my prostate like a boxer hitting a speedbag. It felt divine. I didn’t like all the hooting and hollering and basically niggering out when you were behind me but I guess you can’t really control yourself.
Seriously while he was banging my backsnatch he started singing some n***** song like “the roof the roof the roof is on fire” and started slapping my a**. Then he kept saying “oh the Prestonians got you, let the Prestonian take care of you” and then later he said “oh don’t make me get loose on you boy, you cotton picking racist!”
What a weird n*****.
—CØRVALLUS