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MILF
Since early childhood, Kenny has always been obsessed with the opposite sex. Throughout his adolescence, he's been successful with a handful of his female peers, but, how that he's no longer considered jailbait, he's got his eyes set on his dream woman, who happens to be twice as promiscuous as he. Seriously, this woman has bedded probably half the single men in town, as well as quite a few married men. Hell, she's even slept with the mayor, who happens to be a woman. The only problem, Kenny knows, is that this woman happens to be his closest friend's mother.
"Hey, boys," Liane says, as she saunters into Eric Cartman's messy bedroom, "are you hungry?"
"Hell, yeah!" Cartman exclaims, because the fat ass is always hungry.
"I could eat," Kenny agrees, because his own family is poor as shit, and his scrawny ass is probably malnourished.
"I made brownies." Liane giggles, as she places a plate on Cartman's nightstand. "Funny brownies."
"Sweet!" Kenny hoists himself off the floor, where he'd been seated beside Cartman, while they played video games, and grabs one of the flakey brownies. "Mm!" He gushes, as he takes his first bite. "This is delicious, Ms. Cartman."
"Thank you, Kenny." Around her finger, she twirls a lock of brunette hair that's come loose from her sloppy bun, as she bats her eyelashes at him. "Call me Liane, by the way."
"Well, thank you for the brownies, Liane," Kenny emphasizes, causing her to giggle like a school girl.
"Yeah, thanks, Meem," Cartman says, as he grabs himself a brownie. "You can go, now."
"Okay, Poopsiekins," Liana says, obedient as always to her spoiled son. "You boys have fun, now." With that, she gently shuts the door.
"Man, your mom's a MILF," Kenny admits, once they hear that her footsteps have retreated.
"Kinny, I swear to fucking God, if you say one more word..."
"Plus, she's an amazing cook." To emphasize his point, he shoves the rest of his brownie into his mouth, then grabs another. "I'd eat her cooking, any day," he says, with a mouthful of brownie. "And, her—"
"Kinny!" Cartman says, cutting off the rest of Kenny's sentence, as he shoots the latter a death glare. "If you sleep with my mom, I'll kill you."
"Whatever." Kenny rolls his eyes, as though to say, "big deal."