If I ever got her in the sack the pounding would be so primal and passion fueled that the neighbors would think I was killing somebody..
They'd either be too scared to call the cops because I'd come for them next (and I would) or they'd call and hilarity would ensue, , , cont.
The cops arrive and do their silly little professional wrestling voices lol. (I always respond with the same voice)
Them: Sir? Do you know why we're here?
Me: Because I'm black?
Them: Sir, you're white.
Me: Then I don't know. Is it because crazy lady is screaming in there?
Them: It is sir. What's the problem?
Me: I'm just too damned good. There ought to be a law against magnificent pagan beasts like me but there isn't so you gentlemen have a good night.
