Daddy's Cummies

So deadass, I was cooking up a real good dish for my boy Devon: a traditional Slavic dish known as Beef Stroganoff. I had my mushrooms, beef, onions, garlic, and potatos all done and mixed in a pan when I realized that I was missing sour cream for the sauce. I immediately ran to my nearest Wal-Mart supermarket to pick up that good cream, but when I returned Devon was dead ass squatting on the stove (ankles down, like a good slav) filling the pan with his own creamy sauce. I was suprised to see the devotion he was putting into this stroganoff, I had never seen such a passionate slav before going to such lengths to finish off the meal of champions. His meat was thicker than the beef in the pan! We stared each other in the eyes, and he said "What are you waiting for cyka? Go ahead and eat it!". I removed the sizzling pan from between his legs, and made 2 plates. This is when we realized that the stroganoff was too perfect now, enough to make our founding fathers (Marx, lenin, AND Stalin) cry. Needless to say, we ♥♥♥♥♥♥ each other in the ass and went to bed with an empty stomach, and gave the stroganoff with the neighbors, because neither of us were worthy enough for that godly Stroganoff.