It all started one late afternoon. JoJo's mom was passed out on the couch from drinking way to much vegan beer. Her dad, well, you know that o' man. Just outside fixing up his all new vegan garden, one of a kind. JoJo's mom started to dream about having a large lady hump. Real large, like one you would pay someone else to carry around instead of dragging it. She suddenly woke. She rushed to the kitchen and grabbed her all natural, seed-infused journal. She sat in a brand new recycled wood chair that she had bought in an effort to save the trees. Then she drew...
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JoJo & the Ghetto Booty
Historical Fictionever seen da ghetto booty? me neither! but come read about JoJo's......