mkk

to bring magic in the gathering of few great men. no women.
david banner: wow can you feel the mkk.

wing wa jones: its the sensation of acknowledging supreme greatness.

b k jones: you ain’t kidding.
a consortium of osaka buisness men who want nothing more than to bukkake kriten kruek. known for their excellent taste in refreshments (they drink only the finest private stock malt liqures, with the imported taste), they put a serious hurt on all who oppose their god like ways.
person 1: yo, the mkk is on the way.
person 2: them cats is why i can’t please my woman no mo.
person 2’s woman: get yo punk -ss out of my face.
the mo kounty krew is a group of fine young adults based out of montgomery county, maryland. their hobbies include f-cking b-tches, smoking drugs, and loitering at 7-11. they’re determined to see an ultimate end to the myth that is christianity and a return to european mysticism which includes the reincarnation of thorfinn hausakluif and his viking minions.
the forest wizard is located beyond those woods. stay strong, thorfinn.
the mkk is an ancient mystical tribe based in the th-rny underbrush of suburban washington dc. they serve only the prophets wing wah jones and bukkake j, who bring forth the hallowed word of the eternally sacred t_ny w_. they display their reverence by drinking lots of haffenreffer’s private stock, the only malt liqour with the import taste, and 151, which makes you sh-t fire.
person 1: yo i hear the mkk is rollin’ up tonight.
person 2: we’d better get out of here before they totally f-ck our sh-t up.
hot chicks: you guys go ahead, we’ll stay here and distribute blumpkins to those bad motherf-ckers.
t_ny w_: fa sho b-tch
i was chillin, beatin’ up my nicaraguan wife (cause she’s used to it, given the civil strife an’ sh-t), and then i was like, “f-ck this, i’m listen to juanes,” and then these bad-ss dudes, like 15 of them, came out and kicked my -ss left and right. one guy started talking about bukake’ing me, but everyone else wasn’t into that sh-t. so, they all bled me almost to the point of death and put a “steal life” magic card on my sack. i never beat my wife again, although i did beat my meat over and over until i almost died.
person 1: yo man, let’s beat women.
person 2: ok
mkk: um, yeah go ahead, but we’re gonna kill you.
person 1&2: who’s that?

the end.