Flush with happiness at having named their little pickaninny the happy gay parents removed the blanket covering little Rob.Singer only to discover...
"Oh my fucking God!" they trilled.
Rob.Singer was gone!
That god-damned bitch with the hideous handbag must have pulled a switcheroo on them: their startled eyes espied only an empty box of Church's Chicken in the stroller.
Meanwhile, Karen McIntasha decided to play a prank on her long suffering mammie.
She snuck into their rat-infested hovel while mammie was watching "America's Got Talent;" the kidnapper dropped her nasty undies and laid a Wide Load on the kitchen floor.
And then, for the coup de grace, she took little Rob.Singer out of her hideous handbag and immersed him in her droppings where he happily froliced and wallowed like a pig in...you know...
"Mammie,I and I's home" she said, knowing her mammie would come out to see her.
Mammie hobbled in, a glass of Fireball in hand, and nearly spit her dentures out at the sight.
"Lordy me" she yelled "Chile, you jus' shitted out a baby, and here all 'dis time you says you be virgin."
Karen McIntasha smiled and said "I and I's can't waits ta shows dis lil' bundle o' joy ta all mah casino friends."
Rob.Singer took it all in, then much to their surprise he popped a monster stiffy and said "Be sure to have them enable the double up function...."
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