“Hey, look at that one,” Jerome said, pointing to one of the cheerleaders practicing in the field, “now that one could make any swinging dick stand up and cheer.”
“Nigger, you say that about every blonde,” Spike put in, chuckling, “but I’ll give you this, Kelly’s rape bait fo sure. Got a booty as tight and fine, and bouncey as you could ever want, and those titties of her’s be ripe enough to pluck a year ago.”
“Who you call’en Nigger, Nigger?” Jerome punched his friend playfully in the right shoulder. “And don’t go thinking you can rape that bitch and not get yo ass whipped by that twin big brother of hers either. That’s one white boy who be a real bad ass mutherfucker.”
“Yeah, Casey’s a screwy one alright. Got as many muscles as he do brains. Who’da ever thought, a jock football player/honor student? Hell, that ain’t natural.”
“Fuck that. What ain’t natural, is that hot ass bitch sister of his.”
“Yeah, what a dick teasing wet dream she turned out to be. Might be worth an ass whoop’en for a taste of some of that.”
“You know, maybe we can do it, and not get a whoop’en,” Jerome thought outloud, and for the first time in years, Spike was listening to him.
“What’s that you’re working on?” Asked Mr. Chumly, Casey’s science teacher.
“Something for my science project, sir,” Casey replied.
“Nothing explosive in those chemicals, is there?”
“No sir, take a look, it’s all in my notes here. I just need one thing. A hair folicale, and the formula will be complete.”
“I look forward to seeing the results Casey,” Mr. Chumly said, and as he walked out, added; “Just remember to close up on your way out son, and good luck.”

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