Fuck it, I'll talk to the bitch first thing am.

know just what to say to her.

got the goods.

A transaction, fair and pleasant.

Indeed.

Wtf?

It's not easy, Boy Scouts need not apply.

Grow up.

Being a Dumbcunt sucks dunnit?

Hurt the babies?

No.

Gotta go.

Now.

Milk, Vitamin D, Heavy Cream, raw milk will help wash 'em down, gotta be quick and painless.

Tonight.

Let's face it, not strong enough to feel that look as th charges are read.

Bad things, too bad.

Too bad, it's okay.

Just go.

Tonight.

Sleep, just like sleep…..

But is has to be tonight.

Tomorrow night?

No promises.

Sleeep….just like a dream……

It started small but grew, the stench.

Like a memory flash, a portal to the sticky horror of the Dumbcunt.

Then as the rains came it become more prevalent.

The order of the Dumbcunts where in trouble, a predictable and tepid lot of withered and remorse hags, tearing up upon presence.

Remorse.

Saved by remorse.

Check and mate cuntZ

Bring it

all done

Seriously

Gametime.

Goin all in sucks sometimes,

Dunnit Dumbcunts?

Why really is, it all?

All of it.

Ruckus ensues.

Behold the gutsy tumult.