ME: PICK COTTON CHEF. CHEF: YES MASTA, YES MASTA!
chef's lazy fat-ass only picks one bushel.
ME: OKAY YOU NIGGER, I HAD ENOUGH. CHEF: YO. SUP G? ME: (hangs chef from an oak tree) CHEF: <gurgle> <spasm> <twitch>. <limp> ME: HAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA
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