Bob & Marge loved Negroes a lot. They had trained a dozen for the Big Bob & Marge Carnival. Many dark mornings before dawn Bob could be heard yelling at them while fat Marge prepared carp & floor-sweepings for breakfast. “Hurry up Bob!” She'd yell like a crazy maniac and Bob would put down his whip and come a-runnin.' “You's so fine,” he'd say while grabbing a fistful of Marge's fragrant lard-***. Pretty Stella sat down because her moist Kotex slipped south. “**** you Bob,” she muttered as a dozen Negroes finished their breakfast of carp & floor-sweepings. “Quiet,” Bob whispered. “If Marge finds out about our secret love affair she'll **** all of my Negroes.” Stella smiled with such force that 3 of her shiny back teeth exploded. “Jesus H. Christ!” She exclaimed. “That really hurt me!” Bob giggled girlishly causing 10 million hormones to go bonkers. “Oh no!” He screamed. “I'm becoming a woman – a real one with a ***** and fallopian tubes and everything!” Later, after his hormones had stopped, Bob ate 2 full bowls of worm guts. I don't know why he did that. Marge sensed that Bob was having ****** retaliations with Stella a lot so she installed a hidden camera in Stella's ****** just in case. One night the moon was very romantic so Bob touched Stella's picturesque ****** romantically and suddenly Marge's voice came out of it. “I got you now Bob!” It said and Bob couldn't believe it. “Stella!” He said. “I just heard Marge's voice coming out of your ******!” Upon hearing it too Stella laughed, but cautiously because of her teeth. Suddenly there was a huge explosion at Texaco: several flaming homosexuals were killed in the men's room. Stella was saddened by the news and sought out Bob's totally-**** body for comfort. “Kiss me Bob hard,” she begged, but he was really extremely hesitant, not knowing which end of Stella was currently talking.