This is the true story of Cinderella and her sugly isters.
Cinders and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Cinders worked
very hard frubbin scloors, weaning clindows, emptying poss pits, and
shivelling shut. Buttons worked with Cinders. He was gifted with knuge
hackers and a shairy hithole. At the end of each day both of them were
knucking fackered.
Her sugly isters were fight cucking runts. They did no wucking fork
and had no wucking forries. They were right bugly astards. They were
called Mairy Hinge and Betty Swollocks. They were always pucking
fissed.
One day the two sugly isters baught tickets to go to the ball. Cinders
was ducking fistgusted when they wouldn't let her go. The sugly isters
left Cinders all on her own while they bent to the wall and pot gissed
all night.
Suddenly there was such a bucking fang and the Gairy Fodmother
appeared. Her real name was Sherry Tighthouse. She was a right rucking
fesbian with a cairy hunt and tairy hits. She turned a pumpkin and six
white mice into a hucking cuge farrage with six dandy ronkeys with
buge hollocks. Cinders was amazed. "Miste all crucking fighty," she
said. The Gairy Fodmother said Cinders must be back by 12 o'clock or
there will be a crucking falamity.
At the ball Cinders was dancing with the pransome hince. The music was
being played by a band called Sid Siff and the Siffling Seven. They
were gucking food but too nucking foisy. It was the drucking fummer -
what a rucking facket! The cabaret was nucking fopeless. When he blew
his trucking fumpet he was bucking frilliant, but he was a big-headed
banky wastard and everyone wished he would stick his trumpet up his
ucking farsehole.
Suddenly the clock struck twelve. Cinders pucking fanicked and ran out
of the ballroom, tripping barse over ollocks and dropping a slass
glipper.
The next day the pransome hince came knocking on Cinders' door. The
sugly isters let him in and Betty Swollocks let off a fig bart. "Who's
fust jarted?" asked the pransome hince. "Blame that forrible hucker
over there," said Buttons. The shell of smit was tucking ferrible.
When the sticking brown cloud had lifted the pransome hince tried the
slass glipper on the sugly isters without success. They had horrible
featy sweet and featy swannies. Suddenly Mairy Hinge, in her tucking
femper, gave the prince a knick in the kackers! But this was not
difficult as he had bucking fuge balls and a hig bard-on.
He tried Cinders and the flipper sitted pucking ferfectly. "Well ****
my Slies!" exclaimed the pransome hince. "Suck your own," said
Buttons.
Soon Cinders and the pransome hince were married. Made his day in
lucking fuxury and she ended hers with a follen swanny. And they lived
happily ever after.
Cinders and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Cinders worked
very hard frubbin scloors, weaning clindows, emptying poss pits, and
shivelling shut. Buttons worked with Cinders. He was gifted with knuge
hackers and a shairy hithole. At the end of each day both of them were
knucking fackered.
Her sugly isters were fight cucking runts. They did no wucking fork
and had no wucking forries. They were right bugly astards. They were
called Mairy Hinge and Betty Swollocks. They were always pucking
fissed.
One day the two sugly isters baught tickets to go to the ball. Cinders
was ducking fistgusted when they wouldn't let her go. The sugly isters
left Cinders all on her own while they bent to the wall and pot gissed
all night.
Suddenly there was such a bucking fang and the Gairy Fodmother
appeared. Her real name was Sherry Tighthouse. She was a right rucking
fesbian with a cairy hunt and tairy hits. She turned a pumpkin and six
white mice into a hucking cuge farrage with six dandy ronkeys with
buge hollocks. Cinders was amazed. "Miste all crucking fighty," she
said. The Gairy Fodmother said Cinders must be back by 12 o'clock or
there will be a crucking falamity.
At the ball Cinders was dancing with the pransome hince. The music was
being played by a band called Sid Siff and the Siffling Seven. They
were gucking food but too nucking foisy. It was the drucking fummer -
what a rucking facket! The cabaret was nucking fopeless. When he blew
his trucking fumpet he was bucking frilliant, but he was a big-headed
banky wastard and everyone wished he would stick his trumpet up his
ucking farsehole.
Suddenly the clock struck twelve. Cinders pucking fanicked and ran out
of the ballroom, tripping barse over ollocks and dropping a slass
glipper.
The next day the pransome hince came knocking on Cinders' door. The
sugly isters let him in and Betty Swollocks let off a fig bart. "Who's
fust jarted?" asked the pransome hince. "Blame that forrible hucker
over there," said Buttons. The shell of smit was tucking ferrible.
When the sticking brown cloud had lifted the pransome hince tried the
slass glipper on the sugly isters without success. They had horrible
featy sweet and featy swannies. Suddenly Mairy Hinge, in her tucking
femper, gave the prince a knick in the kackers! But this was not
difficult as he had bucking fuge balls and a hig bard-on.
He tried Cinders and the flipper sitted pucking ferfectly. "Well ****
my Slies!" exclaimed the pransome hince. "Suck your own," said
Buttons.
Soon Cinders and the pransome hince were married. Made his day in
lucking fuxury and she ended hers with a follen swanny. And they lived
happily ever after.
:T :T
