Malcolm got a whiff of a stiffy for a jiffy when he heard Brothah Reno riffing over his booty mama, and thinking about how his wife Edwina might could touch him sweet as sugar tonight made Malcolm’s rod go throb-a-dob with a rhythm of loyal mahogany, but he ain’t got no hard-on harding on at this very moment. Neverthelessly, he wanna sympathate with Big John parochial-like, and Malcolm still carried memories of his pre-Christian cravery.