He said, "Move over, and let me pass. Before they hafta pull these Triple-A's out yo muthatfuckin ass."We'll leave w/ the end of Dolemite, & offer it back to Mr. Moore in tribute.
Approved for hunkies obit. Slightly darker version.They had his funeral. Carried him down to the graveyard. Dolemite was dead, but his dick was still hard. The preacher said, "Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust." Said, "I'm glad this little bad muthafucka called Dolemite is no longer here with us!"
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