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Ain’t nothin’ proper about happy hardcore, whatevuh kinda kinky BDSM nonsense that is.

“I don’t wanna hear another word about it. State of Alleybama says I gotta keep you halfway-home brothahs accordant with the law and with proper morals. Ain’t nothin’ proper about happy hardcore, whatevuh kinda kinky BDSM nonsense that is.” He stalked off then, leaving Desmond to make crude faces at his backside. Malcolm kept muttering as he went. “Darn tootin’, I knows about all that. Ain’t lettin’ no brothah go on that ecstasy trip, buggin’ up, droppin’ in, tunin’ out, gettin’ down, somethin’ like that…”

From Malcolm Don’t Take No for an Answer

copaseptic

It was a Bloods cell — not officially, it was just copaseptic to segregate the cells by race and gang — and they often got into gang business after lights-out.

So he got to lumbering through the cell blocks, knocking on them skulls who be making noise. Cell 55K was a problem that night and most nights round that time. It was a Bloods cell — not officially, it was just copaseptic to segregate the cells by race and gang — and they often got into gang business after lights-out.

From Malcolm Don’t Take No for an Answer

distractory

Now that he ain’t got Gerald to talk to, the girls got Malcolm distractory. He steeled his nerves and his faith with the power of Christ’s love, and he sturdyfooted outta that iniquitous interior. He went out the backdoor.

Now that he ain’t got Gerald to talk to, the girls got Malcolm distractory. He steeled his nerves and his faith with the power of Christ’s love, and he sturdyfooted outta that iniquitous interior. He went out the backdoor.

From Malcolm Don’t Take No for an Answer

facilimake, conflagration

Malcolm got up then, ready to open the doors and facilimake an orderly exit after services. Cherrymore’s sermon was almost done.

“-so the victory that matters most,” Pastor Cherrymore said, “-is the spiritual victory over sin.” Malcolm got up then, ready to open the doors and facilimake an orderly exit after services. Cherrymore’s sermon was almost done. “A Christian life gonna give you othuh victories, shure, shure, shure, of course. It might get’cha a promotion or a new job. It might get the Bobcats a victory over Tipson next week-” The conflagration went wild with cheers. Birmingham was a community college football town. There weren’t no pro team nearby, nor even semi-pro. Folks enjoyed proper college ball too, of course, but this corner of Alabama got no universities. The local high schools got teams, and they was plenty popular, but loyalties was divided amongst of the schools.

From Malcolm Don’t Take No for an Answer

ashameous

He was Christian enough that he ain’t like to witness Gerald fornicating willy-nilly like a dicking dandy. Malcolm ain’t always been a perfect boyfriend and soon-to-be husband with his darling Edwina, but he at least had the common courtesy to feel ashameous for it.

He ain’t admire for Gerald to cheat on that fine Nubian female waiting at home for him. Malcolm weren’t a committed Christian at the time, but he was Christian enough that he ain’t like to witness Gerald fornicating willy-nilly like a dicking dandy. Malcolm ain’t always been a perfect boyfriend and soon-to-be husband with his darling Edwina, but he at least had the common courtesy to feel ashameous for it.

From Malcolm Don’t Take No for an Answer

sympathate

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

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.

From Malcolm Don’t Take No for an Answer

pedestrian, gropitating

“If’n you don’t like mah rules, you can stroll right back down to lockup! I’ll even drive you if’n you ain’t the petesdrian type! But when you in my car, you steerin’ my wheel. No catcallin’ after girlies, no gropitatin‘ no females, no n-words!”

From Tyrell the Mandingo

Malcolm Chesway knows words

Content

  • aboding
    He was skinny as seltzer, his muscles wasted wires wrapped around his rattling bones. He got on a ripped tee shirt, so you could see his flat belly and tanned skin.
  • accordant
    Ain’t nothin’ proper about happy hardcore, whatevuh kinda kinky BDSM nonsense that is.
  • appreciatory
    Gerald guffawed, and Malcolm smiled along, though remember, he was steady growing less appreciatory of this kinda bawdy talk.
  • ashameous
    He was Christian enough that he ain’t like to witness Gerald fornicating willy-nilly like a dicking dandy. Malcolm ain’t always been a perfect boyfriend and soon-to-be husband with his darling Edwina, but he at least had the common courtesy to feel ashameous for it.
  • cloistered, equitabilized
    Some of ’em right here cloistered in this church be glaring like Gallant at Malcolm’s proud posture.
  • constituates
    A wife constituates half the puzzle men is commanded to complete.
  • copaseptic
    It was a Bloods cell — not officially, it was just copaseptic to segregate the cells by race and gang — and they often got into gang business after lights-out.
  • disruptionating
    Shanaiyah that the good Lord already knows about her ladyparts.
  • distractory
    Now that he ain’t got Gerald to talk to, the girls got Malcolm distractory. He steeled his nerves and his faith with the power of Christ’s love, and he sturdyfooted outta that iniquitous interior. He went out the backdoor.
  • facilimake, conflagration
    Malcolm got up then, ready to open the doors and facilimake an orderly exit after services. Cherrymore’s sermon was almost done.
  • hungersome, forgivatory
    He gotta admit, he done strayed like a hound from the pound on a few occasions, when the effulgence of the Lord went out in the lighthouse of his heart.
  • pedestrian, gropitating
    “If’n you don’t like mah rules, you can stroll right back down to lockup! I’ll even drive you if’n you ain’t the petesdrian type! But when you in my car, you steerin’ my wheel. No catcallin’ after girlies, no gropitatin‘ no females, no n-words!” From Tyrell the Mandingo
  • possessating, burglarfy
    Kayshawn done enforced some discipline on some homeboys in the neighborhood, and since he was pushing nineteen years old, ain’t no court gonna go easy on him.
  • sympathate
    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

Ain’t no way a man from Delaware is gonna outwrestle a gen-uine Texan!

The cowboy-hatted man pumped his biceps and said, “Told you bitches, ain’t no way a man from Delaware is gonna outwrestle a gen-uine Texan! Yee-haw!” He grabbed his oversized belt buckle and cackled.

The cowboy-hatted man pumped his biceps and said, “Told you bitches, ain’t no way a man from Delaware is gonna outwrestle a gen-uine Texan! Yee-haw!” He grabbed his oversized belt buckle and cackled.

From Rough Trade Wrestlers