In 1977, Jimmy Carter lived in the White House and I danced topless at the Wheel Inn.in November of '77, full bore rut underway, I was repeatedly "rutted" on the pool table by Genny drunk hunters. My hymen flew like a heavy wet noodle across the table and came to rest in a corner pocket with the eight ball not far behind.
Officer Barbrady watched my painful rape and rammed a pool stick up my ass all the while yelling, "How's that feel in the corner pocket, baby!" He should of helped. Now, 24 years later, you can go down into that old, mean town and smell my ladiness. That's where I left it that awful night. Two days later, with tears in my eyes, I surgically attached my pet cockatoo's c - -k to my crotch and assumed a male identity.
I've returned to the area to find you Mr. Barbrady and administer a healthy dose of "lovin'" as you so sarcastically quipped while shredding my rectum so long ago. The other good ole boys have either died off or been relegated to pissing in a colostomy bag and drooling on their nursing room floor.in between enemas and Ensure, those lucky bastards should thank the all mighty I'm a nice gal, whoops, I mean guy.
Well, that leaves you Baaaaaaaarbrady!!! To think you did this to your own niece, I mean nephew, and not expect to taste my tool. My black friend (big BuBu BLack VoDO Daddy Jones} but I call him just BuBu for short said he will help me track you down like the beast that you are, and he'll bring out the big black snake that he chased the little children with! His black belt enables him to karate chop crazily without any consideration for anyone's well being. He'll stuff your mouth with slimy human feces then take a polaroid.
Vengence is mine butt bruiser.
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