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I dated this white guy in high school, just before I dated Ray, and his name was Albert. One night we went to see Ja Rule in concert, and afterward he wanted to get all freaky and stuff in his Neon. Somethin' in my gut told me to take charge and do stuff to him before I gave him my goods. Thank god I did because after I worked him up and I reached down to rub his manhood, it was like feeling a tootsie roll under a pillowcase. I was like "You can't please my ass wit' that little thing, son!" and he cried. I didn't tell anyone at school about it because that would just be rude, but I left one of them venus sausages at his locker everday until school let out for the summer. I never heard from him again. He probably killed himself or somethin'. Oh well, that's how it goes sometimes. Murda Inc. y'all!