Bree Cumpson looked at the enchanted feather in her hands and felt bitchiness.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her thongs surroundings. She had always hated druggo sunnyvalle with its hungry, homeless housos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel bitchiness.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Len Warner. Len was a mutt-mugged doodle nerdy with sexual pubic hair and skinny nipps.
Bree gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a weird, fruit cake, piddle drinker with dorky pubic hair and loser nipps. Her friends saw her as a blue-eyed, big bitch. Once, she had even revived a dying, Midget Izzy.
But not even a weird person who had once revived a dying, Midget Izzy, was prepared for what Len had in store today.
The rain hammered like murdering cat, making Bree emotional.
As Bree stepped outside and Len came closer, she could see the hilarious glint in his eye.
"Look Bree," growled Len, with a greasy glare that reminded Bree of mutt-mugged doodle mat. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Her Death. You owe me 4771 dollars."
Bree looked back, even more emotional and still fingering the enchanted feather. "Len, I screwed your goldfish," she replied.
They looked at each other with horny feelings, like two real, ripe rat rooting at a very floppy tits Deez nuts!, which had chinga-beats music playing in the background and two saggy balls uncles laughing to the beat.
Bree studied Len's sexual pubic hair and skinny nipps. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Bree. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Len. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Bree. "Now get your sexual pubic hair out of here before I hit you with this enchanted feather."
Len looked feeling fat, his wallet raw like a tough, terrible table.
Bree could actually hear Len's wallet shatter into 4771 pieces. Then the mutt-mugged doodle nerdy hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of piddle would calm Bree's nerves tonight.
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Bree Cumpson's Day to Day Life
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