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<blockquote data-quote="simonskyman" data-source="post: 147777" data-attributes="member: 190429"><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'sans serif'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: black">This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'sans serif'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: black">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. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'sans serif'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: black">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. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'sans serif'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: black">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 </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'sans serif'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: black">The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'sans serif'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: black">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. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'sans serif'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: black">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. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'sans serif'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: black">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. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'sans serif'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: black">He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'sans serif'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: black">Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'sans serif'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: black"> :-googly </span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="simonskyman, post: 147777, member: 190429"] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black]This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black]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. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black]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. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black]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 [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black]The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black]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. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black]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. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black]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. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black]He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black]Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=sans serif][SIZE=2][COLOR=black] :-googly [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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