In the CumFuckus town of CumFuckusGalore there lived a Cumtwata named Miss FuckMeSommore, who searced in the gricklegrass all the day long for a goo-tube to spooge-lube her hershey highway. Now she wanted a crotch-snorkle of gringlous height, with kringkot's and bloodknots and billbous bite, but the only crotch-snorkle she saw in sight was the Dorkball who she thought was not the right type.



Now the Dickwads all lived in HotShitPopyourCherry, a place where good Cumtwata's never should tarry. When who should appear on this scruffolous shore? But the Cumtwata know as Miss FuckMeSommore! The Dickwads all shouted, the Dickwads all cheered, for at last a fresh, un-fucked Cumtwata had appeared! So they pushed 'gainst her buttski and numbed her brown bank. They rammed her and crammed her and jammed StinkyStank!



When who should appear to save her dumb ass? But the Dorkball of course, who loved the bitch lass. So he took her back home to CumFuckusGalore and wiped the Dickgunk from her southern most pore. She asked very sweetly that Dork take her back. But he said, "Fuck off, FuckMe", and gave her the sack!



Now she's grungy and spongey and works on the corner, bending over and over for every pus-head degenerate Jack Horner. Bending over and over, she opens her Squack, for a jigger of whiskey or bowl o'bad crack. And thinks as she stands on the corner all alone, of the Dorkball she married and her happy home.