Okay, jerks. Listen up, Son of Wang part 4 is coming so don’t stop reading here. I’m sure you’ve all noticed the lack of new content lately and that’s probably caused by everyone being big blubbering vaginal discharges.
So in the interests of creating updates that aren’t angstfests or 2-line gaywadding; take a preliminary look at this;
SON OF WANG: PART 4 [unfinished]
If there was ever a time when I needed a really funny joke to tell, it was now. The entire world was dilated in those few moments over which it finally hit me; I had just wangslapped my own father. And when I say the world became dilated, i’m not kidding; I heard some scummy bastard in the drama class across town say “now is the winter of our discontent”, I could hear the nurse in the hospital parking lot talking about “that broken wang idiot”, I could smell the swamp near the edge of- oh wait, dad farted.
Along with breaking the smell barrier, he was first to break the silence;
“So tell me, why does your wang smell like garlic?”
“Well you see; I picked up this vampire hooker on the way over and we- IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER!’
The previous SON OF WANG story can be found here: no, it’s here
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