Rindercella

This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters

Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella
worked very hard - frubbing sloors, emtying poss pits and shivelling shot.
At the end of each day she was nucking fackered.

The sugly isters were bugly astards, One was called Mary Hinge and the
other Betty Swallocks. They were forrible huckers, they had fetty sweet
and fetty swannies.

The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts
wouldn`t let Rindercella go.

Suddeny 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 buge hollocks and dig bicks.

The Gairy Fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnight otherwise
there would be a cucking falamity.

At the ball Rindercella was dancing with the Pansome 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.

The very next day the Pansome Hince knocked on Rindercella`s door and the
sugly isters let him in. Suddenly Betty Swollocks lifted leg and let off a
fig bart "Who`s fust jarted?" asked the Pansome Hince "Blame that fugly
hucker over there" saod 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.

Betty Swollocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the Hince a knick in the
knackers. This was not difficult, as he had fuge balls and a hig bard on.

He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfect.

Rinders and the Hince were married, The Hince lived his life in lucking
fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny

Regards

JC