Dont read it to Granny
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, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot. At the end
>of
>the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right
>bugly
>astards. One was called Mary Hinge, nd the other was called Betty
>Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet
>and
>fetty swannies.
>
>The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts
>would not let Rindercella 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 wice into a
>hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks
>and
>dig bicks The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by
>dimnlight
>otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity. At the ball,
>Rindercella
>was dancing with the prandsome 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 prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door
>and
>the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her
>leg
>and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??" asked the prandsome
>hince.
>"Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said 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 Swallocks
>was
>ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the
>kickers.
>This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard
>on.
>He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking
>ferfectly. Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The
>pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella
>lived
>hers with a follen swanny.
