Meet, the New brother Nightdawg. You don't need to know his name, just note that the Gad-man is here to stay, hookin up with all them tall, lanky, Bianca' biatches.
"How are you doing, my name is the Gadman, gimmie some of that toot-toot," he exclaims in a Night-Dawg riddled voice.
"Good, what's your name," the tall babe replies back.
"Let's go to my crib and we can discuss the details, afterall, I'm with novaffl, as one of their star receivers," the Gadman boasts.
"Wow, are you better than the famed and fortunate W.B.," she asks in a besieged and defeated fashion, knowing that skin-hitting is on the horizon.
"W.B. can't hold my jock,"--San Fran quotes the villain of obstinate and ill repute: Big Ron." Immediately, the pack of Nightdawgs clear the way to the HipHop room, and the Gadman proceeds to inspect the dame's braw for padding. Again, the mere mention of "Novaffl" makes one victorious. See the confidence, in the young Nightwolf?----no mammaries in DC too big for the Dark side of the Pack to counter, No defenses that center on perfunctory conversation that bore us with what you do or who you are, ---are too easy for the Nightdawgs to avoid. Ladies and Gentleman, the new pledge wolf.
Any Nightdawg recruits, see the new wolf for details on how to join.
2 comments:
SF, that was pure comedy! I loved it. That girl looked familiar. WB hit that. You got my sloppy seconds.
wtf?!?
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