Im drinking that damn ripple and I could sure use a night t********** backsnatch bouncing on my joint until I bust my damn nut.

I used to knew this one f** richard who I didn’t like or nothin but he’d come through with some Bufords and a six pack of high gravity beers or bottle of ripple and work my joint while I’m watching some sports. F** talked in this gay high pitch voice but he was alright, “hey prestoooooo” he’d sing while shaking a bag of Bufords at me through the screen, “Richard you damn fruitcake don’t be acting like that at my house” I shouted at him. Soon as he got inside I’d lower the blinds and make him polish my crank or take it up his damn a**.

I miss richard sometimes damn f** moved to Atlanta while back and ain’t seen him or slammed his white cheeks. Probably moved to Atlanta since there’s so many other African Americans there is my guess.

Gonna have a few more damn glasses of this s*** then head to bed.