A short but sad story for Christmas

[LESTAYLOR]

I defy you to read this without laughing


This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.



Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion.



Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits,

and shivelling shot.



At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered.



The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary

Hinge, and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really

forrible huckers;they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters

had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let

Rindercella go.



Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared.

Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She

turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with

six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks



The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight

otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity.



At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when

suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!"

said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so

dropping her slass glipper.



The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door

and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted

her leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??" asked the

prandsome hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge.



When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on

both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.



Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a

knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge

halls and a hig bard on.



He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking

ferfectly.



Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince

lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a

follen swanny.

 

[Druk]

That was rery vude but fuite qunny nonetheless