Rindercilla and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercilla worked very hard - flubbing scroors, emptying poss pits and shivelling shot. At the end of the day, she was nucking 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 and had felly smeet.
The sugly isters had tad hickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts wouldn't let Rindercilla 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 whice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercilla to be back by dimnight, otherwise there would be a cucking falamity.
At the ball, Rindercilla was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. "For sucks fake!" yelled Rindercilla as she ran out, tripping barse over allocks and dropping her slass glipper.
Next day, the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercilla's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and cut a fig bart. "Who fust jarted?" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there," said Mary Hinge. When the brinking stown cloud had lifted, the prandsome hince tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success. Their feet stucking fank! Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a nack in the kickers.
He tried the slass glipper on Rindercilla and it fitted pucking ferfectly. They mere warried and haved lippily ever after.
The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge and the other was called Betty Swallocks. They were really forrible huckers and had felly smeet.
The sugly isters had tad hickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts wouldn't let Rindercilla 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 whice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercilla to be back by dimnight, otherwise there would be a cucking falamity.
At the ball, Rindercilla was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. "For sucks fake!" yelled Rindercilla as she ran out, tripping barse over allocks and dropping her slass glipper.
Next day, the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercilla's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and cut a fig bart. "Who fust jarted?" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there," said Mary Hinge. When the brinking stown cloud had lifted, the prandsome hince tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success. Their feet stucking fank! Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a nack in the kickers.
He tried the slass glipper on Rindercilla and it fitted pucking ferfectly. They mere warried and haved lippily ever after.
