Harry Potter

So I get to ma’s house and she’s already got the dogs cooked up, and fucking pork and beans, and the whole bit. A real Christmas dinner. We commence the chow. As I sit there, getting my grub on, the door swings open. I about shit myself. “ARE WE READY TO PARTY??” Frankie yelled. “Brotha… how long you been out of the joint, man?” I asked. “About a half an hour dude… you ready to fucking party??” […]

A few minutes later, his punk ass dad rolls up. “I would like you to please not harass my son like that”, he says. I laughed, and said “I would like to you suck a fart out of my ass, you punk bitch” and pushed him. […]