Big Brayden:
Dad! Were you here the whole time!
Big Ronnie:
Yes!
Janet:
Don't hide under Brayden's bed!
Big Ronnie:
Hey! You're my girlfriend! And by the way, he wouldn't even exist if he hadn't flown out of my long juicy prickus!
[turns to Brayden]
Big Ronnie:
And as for you, as your father I forbid you to marry! And one other thing, you're evicted. So it's time for you to fuck off.
Big Brayden:
We're leaving right now and we're leaving gladly!
Janet:
Brayden will be moving into my place, he'll be much happier there, and he can twattle my twat anytime he wants! And I don't care if he craps on the bed, I'll rub it on my tits!
Big Brayden:
Yeah dad! We don't need you, and it kills you to think that Janet loves me! And guess what? I love her! And you were right about one thing though dad, she is a hootie tootie disco cutie!
Big Brayden, Janet:
Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie!
Big Brayden:
Just so you know, he tried to impress me with a loud fart once. He put his legs behind his head and he shouted someone's cutting the cheese. Instead of just gas a big glob of turd flew out of his butt like a rocket. It did a loop-d-loop near the wall and landed on the bed. So if anyone's a bed crapper around here it's him!
Janet:
That must have been tough.
Big Brayden:
Yeah. It looked like a big brown finger. It was pointing right at me.
Janet:
If he really is the greasy strangler, you have to kill him.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:13