THERE PEE-PAW WAS, SITTIN ON THA TERLET, STRUGGLIN WIT AN SPESHULLY RUFF COLON CLOG. DAMN THEM FREEHOLE NEGROS! ALL THAT ROUGHAGE GOT HIS INTESTINES IN A STATE O REVOLT! IT WERE LIKE PASSIN A PO-LICE BATON OUT THA RAISIN HOLE. WHICH AINT NO FUN IFFYA AINT LUBED UP FIRST, LET PEE-PAW TELLS YA
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