La vache

« Eh Kofi! Baises cette vache blanche! Elle a besoin de te donner beaucoup de bébés! »

Growing up in the grime of the Parisian banlieues Colette was always a big eater, putting more than a little meat and butter on her bones. Fat, fertile and with low grades her career counselor had suggested that besides hairdressing or cleaning (or possibly nursery work) she could do well in the kitchens of a restaurant. Or start filling out at the waist as soon as possible, bien sûr. So it's off to chef school - for her to spread dem plump, ripe thighs and for them to pump some thick African seed deep into the thick, soil of France. Will the Gallic baby machine even make it to graduation before popping out her first chocolate octuplets? Only time will tell if she will be able to stop there