Text From: My Daddy??

I got the weirdest text at 2am this morning from a supposed STRAIGHT Wolf last night.
I’m a little confused, but maybe as the days go on it will be explained.

Because this Fox needs some answers.

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Machine Fox Funk

“All I want is niggaz,
Sexy ass niggaz,
Hands in their pockets,
So I can stack my figgaz…”

“I pack a rocket launcher,
Jamari stomped ya,
Head higher than a muthafuckin’ helicopter…”

-Re-worded by Fox
Original lyrics by The Notorious B.I.G

Remember When I Use To Get All That Dick?

Life is funny.

I am sick as a dog with a stomach bug.
It feels like the devil’s incarnate mega hell stomach bug.
I am throwing up, feeling normal, and then throwing up again.
Let me not get into the shittin’ aspect of it all.

It is absolute hell.

But even during all that I realized something about this shit called life.
No pun intended.

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Today, I Went For An HIV Test And…

…well I didn’t go for a HIV test.
It kinda just sorta happened.

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How many have my Foxes and Wolves have been tested… ever?

If you haven’t… EVER… then prepare for me to slap you as this story is NOT for you.
Me, on the other hand, ended up getting tested today.

And BOY OH BOY…

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Emmanuel Sanders Does Dallas

I am happy for him.
I knew my little Emmanuel would do big things.
I hope he wins the trophy… and then comes to celebrate with a Fox afterward.
Here’s hoping….

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…My Baller Finally Came.

“Are you happy to see me?” I smiled as I kissed the head of his dick.

I sucked on my bottom lip as I saw what waited before me.
Now as you already know, I am not a fan of a big ass dick.
I am pretty much allergic to them.
I was blessed to meet my baller with a nice 8 inch dick.
Small, I know, but that muthafucka knew how to use it.

Many football players aren’t packing major steel.
I think it’s because of their workouts or something.
I don’t know, but all I know is I wanted this football player inside me, in whatever hole could satisfy me.

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