The union between mate and wife is to be sacred and never taken for granted. For a marriage to work both involved must not keep secrets or else it risks crumbling like a black man’s credit report. As the leader of the Cumbang I’ve grown accustomed to black snatch and wanna make an honest hottie out of Meagan Vaugn. She’s the kind of angel I can take back home to visit mom at the trailer park. However, a marriage can’t start on lies so I broke the news to her about our secret society. I knew asking her to marry me was the right choice when her eyes lit up like the neon sign at KFC. I gathered up the troops, had Meagan wear what this woman was going to surprise me with on our honeymoon night, and we’d soon be dining on my fiance like a pack of hyenas. The looks on the faces of my rednecks friends were fine as she had each of their knobs rammed down her mouth. I knew we’d have a long life together when I saw her bending over and giving up the black twat for a bunch of horned up pecker woods. The gleam in her eye told it all and I signaled my brothers in arms that it was ok to attack her face like Fort Sumter. Pics of her glazed face now take up space over our fireplace.