Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion
Rindercells worked very hard, frubbing scloors, emptying poss pits and
shiveling shot. At the end of the day she was knucking fackered.
The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge and the
other was Betty Swollocks. They were forrible huckers, and had fetty sweet
and fetty swannies.
The sugly isters has tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts
wouldn't 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 pimpkun and mix site whice into a hucking cuge
farriage with dix sandy ronkeys who had 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 prandsome hince when suddenly
the clock struck twelve. "Miste all chucking frighty!" said Rindercella, and
she ran out tripping barse oover ollocks, so Rropping her slass glipper.
Next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercellas door and the sugly
isters let him in. Suddenly Betty Swollocks 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 clinking strown broud had
lifted, the prandsome hince tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters
without success. Their feet stucking funk.
Betty Swollocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the pransome hince a nack in
the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a pig
brick.
He tried the class glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly.
Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The hince lived his life
in lucking fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny.
And they all lived happily ever after.