Meaningful Conversations With A Black Person.

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Originally Posted by mjmacky

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Originally Posted by IdolEyes787

No she can't talk with a cawk in her mouth.

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I'm sure there was enough room to spare some phonetics.

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I assure you, there's enough room for a cawk AND a gun barrel.

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Originally Posted by megabyteme

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Originally Posted by mjmacky

I'm sure there was enough room to spare some phonetics.

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I assure you, there's enough room for a cawk AND a gun barrel.

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Are we still talking about oral.

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Originally Posted by manker

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Originally Posted by megabyteme

I assure you, there's enough room for a cawk AND a gun barrel.

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Are we still talking about oral.

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It's called "good morning"...

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Originally Posted by megabyteme

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Originally Posted by manker

Are we still talking about oral.

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It's called "good morning"...

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lol you texans are funny

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Originally Posted by megabyteme

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Originally Posted by manker

Are we still talking about oral.

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It's called "good morning"...

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I call it "wake up"

How do you know when your wife is having an affair with a black man?...... Her handbag is missing.
Robbing fookers.

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Originally Posted by Glen@DB

How do you know when your wife is having an affair with a black man?...... she has aids.

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fix'd

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Originally Posted by manker

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Originally Posted by Glen@DB

How do you know when your wife is having an affair with a black man?...... she has aids.

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fix'd

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And her handbag is missing. Obviously.

Chavvy just reminded me! I was almost raped by a black man once....a drug dealing rasta from Holland. Perhaps you know him Chavois? It's quite an interesting story actually. It culminated in me sitting on his sofa at 4am in the morning while he (we'll call him J) explained that when in Holland he raped a guy's wife and daughter in front of him. The guy had stolen drugs from J's boss, and when he went to recover them, cleaned the house out entirely. The mother and daughter were addicts and begged him to leave behind their personal stuff, and in return they would do anything. J explained to me that these types of people get into that underworld kind of life precisely because they like the filth, grime and this sort of treatment being meted out to them. They were masochists and so he was actually just giving them what they wanted. It was an interesting and meaningful story, albeit slightly frightening. I managed to talk myself out of the situation in the end by reasoning with him, so he obviously wasn't all bad :unsure:

^ I got lost in the narrative, but I'm thinking you used to be a drug addict?