My grandma was furious when she found out my uncle Frank had taken her fresh cranberries and had been thanksgiving cranberry musket balling me in the back bedroom. She ended up having to use the canned cranberry sauce instead. I was farting cranberries out all through dinner.

One by one, he packed me full with a festive evening of thanksgiving cranberry musket balling. It really made me get into the holiday spirit early this year.

He pounded down an entire bag into my rectum last night doing a little thanksgiving cranberry musket balling. Let’s just say the next morning I gave some new meaning to the words Ocean Spay Cranberry Juice.

This Jazz Cabbage got me zooted. Jazz Cabbage is less harmful than Squares. I’m smoking that Jazz Cabbage boy.