Rindercella, The Dyslexic Princess


(It's a scream from fart to stinish)

Rindercella worked very hard - frubbing scloors, empting poss pits and shivelling shot.
At the end of the day she was nucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards.
One was called Mary Hinge and the other was called Betty Swollocks.
They were really forrible huckers and 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.
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 whice 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 dimnight otherwise there would be a cucking falamity.
At the ball Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome young hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve.
" For suck's fake!" yelled Rindercella as she ran out, tripping barse over ollocks and slopping her slass glipper.
Next day the prandsome young hince knocked on Rindercella's 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 young hince.
"Blame that fugly ucker over there," said Mary Hinge.
When the brinking stown cloud had lifted the prandsome young hince tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success.
Their feet stucking fank.
Betty Swollocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome young hince a nack 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.
They were married. The young hince lived his life in lucking fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follenswanny. And they lived happily ever after


~Catalyst Of the Mind~
10 minutes ago in nong dong, a muscular pearl named Marge was walking along, finding her own business. Marge looked and dressed like Elvis Presley. Muddledy, she saw Bevis, who was skinny and looked a little like Donald Duck. Bevis proceeded to break a bald girl's pencil. The girl's name was'nt Martha.

"Stop, you idiot!" Marge yelled out. But Bevis started to fun away.

Marge chased Bevis until 6 PM. Bevis could run fast and seemed to be getting away. But then in a final great effort, Marge told Bevis to slow down and surprisingly caught the scoundrel!

Martha was so happy, that she kissed Bevis by mistake.

Thus ends a good story.


Right,it is really late and I'm going to sleep at last...but..I've read your story a few times..and can't seem to understand the point of it really;is there one? Or are you just telling me my story my crap overall??


Are you unrooting all my old posts . Well there was some Josh story here somewhere in-between. Can't think where it has gone now. But you're right; why asking myself questions when squagnut is hiding all the answers somewhere. I suppose I could settle for cukkululu's ones coz they sound fun.


Thing is...the way it looks..noone's ever gonna believe me.
But there WAS a post .
It told a story not only I didn't understand the meaning of..but also I did not understand what it said at all.


I think you're just upset coz I didn't escort you last WE. I know you were so keen but I'm not an easy girl see.