Their once was a girl named sally.
I don't like sally.
So we are going to talk about jon
I don't like jon either.
being a narrator is hard when THE DAMN SCRIPT IS SHIT KARREN.
sorry about that.
I forgot the speech to text was unmuted.
Anyways we are going to talk about sue.
Now sue was a sweet old lady, she grew her garden, she watered her flowers, she tortured her sex slaves. Now one day her life was about to change. The life she knew was about to be swept away and it all started with that prick from the IRS. That small little shit knocked on the door twice and if he didn't get let in he would increase her mortgage. was it legal? sue didn't know. but she was too polite to complain so she always let him in. She gave him cookies and milk. but he didn't eat them. he looked at them and sniffed the cookie he held before him, "is this cookie poisoned!?" "What?!" "this cookie tastes bitter, the exact taste of poison." "Well I never" the little shit walked towards sue and stood on the coffee table to be at eye level with her. "I know you sue" he said his voice getting louder. "And you would NEVER SERVER YOUR GUESTS ANYTHING BUT THE BEST." "I'm terribly sorry, I didn't think the cyanide was necessary." sue decided to stop the old lady act, she stood up straight, she looked him in the eye. who ever this lady was, she wasn't sue. She looked the little shit in the eye, (him still standing on the coffee table) took a gun and shoved it so far up were the sun doesn't shine he could feel it in his nostrils. needless to say it was a long gun. she then looked the little shit from the IRS and saw real fear, everything quivering his nose, his eyes, his ass. sue looked into those eyes and pulled the trigger.
What? What was that? we ran out of budget for more story!?
Well shi-
