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In the song paint it black by Andy Black he basically sings about starting over after a fight or anything that happens that you may need to start over the next day
Yea we fought yesterday but we paint it black so it’s all good now
When your partner spreads their asscheeks revealing their dark gaping asshole as you light a cigarette, take a puff and put the ashes inside your partner’s asshole , after putting the ashes, your partner closes up their asshole like a vent, and you repeat the process until the cigarette is finished.
Chad: Dude, Stacy came over last night, she let me do a black hole vent on her, it was so hot.
When you ejaculate on your significant other (or yourself), smear the semen all over their/your body. Before grabbing a black/UV light, shout WAKANDA FOREVER and shine it on yourself or them (the cum will look purple under the light). The Black Panther has now been summoned.
Friend: Ah bro how was your wank last night?
Me: It got a bit messy and ended up all over me!
Friend: I hope you did The Black Panther!
Me: Of course bro, borrowed my parents' blacklight. And holy shit I felt powerful. We should try it sometime ;)
Same as a purple Rebecca but it falls off
I gave my man a purple rebecca but it turned into a black becca when his dick fell off
It's the art of enlarging your genitals with your own will. Takes years to practise and master it.
Gf: Wow your genitals weren't so big yesterday
Me: Hehehe, I have the Black Belt on Enlargement
This is a account from the book of the Wulfecks where they have stored their family hostory, the story is labeled The Blood Debt and is from 1813.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
The Wulfecks of the Black Forest killed a man
Who knew grandma would be taking the black limousine today...