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Illegally Tripping
Smiral tripped along painfully. She was on her way to meet her lover, Foster, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a blorb hopping along, carrying a fried chicken in its mouth.
Smiral was almost on the D when she came across a drunken cake, lying alone on a bootilicious plate. "That must be a treat from my subhuman bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked purple, so she ate it.
It gave her the most racist tingling sensation in her afro. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see Foster.
When Foster came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Smiral cried orgasmically.
"Your D! And your right nut!" Foster said. "They're religious! Can't you feel it?"
Smiral felt her D and her right nut. They were indeed quite religious. "Oh, no!" Smiral said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that drunken cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Foster said. "I got you a caramel. It must have been that completely black man who lives nearby. He acts a little erotically, ever since he stole a ghetto."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a man?" Smiral sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Foster said in the manner of a mexican, "but I actually prefer men. And I think your D is really dirty like that."
"Really?" Smiral dried his tears. Smiral kissed Foster and it was an entirely homoerotic sensation, like a black man who stole my bike.
They spent the night having entirely homoerotic sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
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