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"Bry, where the fuck are we going? You not trynna kill us are you?" I asked, since we've been driving on a backroad for damn near an hour.
"Right, cause this look like some Wrong Turn shit. And if a cannibal pop the fuck up, I'm sacrificing y'all asses." Desiree said, from the backseat.
"Shut up. Ain't no cannibals out here. Y'all said y'all wanted to do something fun, that we haven't done before, and that's what we're doing." Bry said, rolling her neck.
"Died. We've never died before, and today isn't the day I'm trynna meet my maker. So, go ahead and bust a u-turn, so we can get back to civilization." D said, and I busted out laughing at her stupid ass.
"How about you make your hair bust a u-turn, with that twisted ass wig? We here anyway hoe." Bry said, pulling into the entrance of a nicely painted wooden gate.
As she drove down a long driveway, a nice modern farm-style house sat in the center of the ranch.
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"This bitch brought us to Old McDonald's house. What if this used to be a plantation? I can't get lynched, my neck not strong enough."
"D, shut the fuck up! This not no damn plantation. I already did my research, and this place was only built 13 years ago." Bry said, as a man in a cowboy hat and work boots walked to the car.
"How are you lovely ladies doing today? You here for a ride?" He asked, with a strong southern accent.
I saw D in the backseat fixing her hair, and putting some more gloss on.
I don't even blame her, the man was kinda fine.
"We're doing just fine. We wanted to get out of the city, and have us a little fun."
"Sounds good to me. Why don't you pull on round, and I can take you ladies to meet the owner of this here fine ranch." He said, pointing to a little parking space in front of the house.
"That man finer than the hair, on a Malaysian baby's head. I might need to make a trip to the countryside more often." D said, before jumping out the car.
