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MISS PUSSYSNAKE CHAPTER 19G 'So you got it on wit Miss Pussysnake, didja Dul? 'Huh?' 'Speak up, nigga.' She balled a fist and punched him in his lips. 'But wait a minute, cool it baby-what you talkin bout?' 'You gettin it on with Miss Pussysnake just like I already said, muthufukka!' Yelled wild... Sign in to see full entry.