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| Tell me again 'bout yer colored maid that cared for ya'll most of the time. | |
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| We called 'er Ms. Cumcum, 'cus she always said "Come... come." | |
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| Then she would grab you up, right? | |
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| Yeh, and she would push my face in between her big... uhhh well, she called 'em her "chocolate throat sucklers". | |
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| Oh Lord! Now, as yer recruiter, I need to know if you suffer from 'moral turpitude'. So tell me, did you ever rub yer cock on her s... su... su... | |
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| Can I still join the army if I did? | |
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