Your mama said much the same thing about you, except her words
were "my son jacks-off in the corner, coming too fast, instead of
jumping on me, even when I spread my thick thighs, and have those
flaps on my clit sing to him. He's such a loser."
She said this about you right after she had to spit up part of my
jism when I shot my load in her mouth because she couldn't swallow it
all, during our latest monster "her ass to her mouth" fuckfest the two
of us had. Proving that I'd fuck anything with a pulse if I'd fuck her.
I guess that does make me a "redneck through reverse insemination."
And I can see why you'd be pissed at me, shit-for-brains #2.
But you should try to clean up your act, because she said she's felt that
way about you since the day you were born, as you've always been
a whiner, and tried to keep your nose up her skirt; especially on Fridays
because she only douches on Saturdays.
She sure does like to talk about the old days, in between swallowing my
jism. Talk... talk... talk... nothing but talk about the days when she played
the bride, in a production of "the Bride and the Burro," in that cabaret in
Tijuana. You don't have big ears, by any chance, do you?
She also told me the secret that the guy you think is your father, isn't.
Since she's never fucked your father, although she has fucked and
sucked thousands of others from various species of humans to Dobermans
to donkeys.
Apparently the guy you think is your father has a dick that is smaller than
her clit, and since she has an enlarged vaginal vault with flaps that play
"come to me," his cock never could even stay in. She thinks your real
father is that redneck farmer she met during her drunken days when
you would have been conceived, although it could be hundreds of other
men (or other kinds of animals), since she was generally in a drunken
or drug-induced semi-coma. But she suspects it was him since you share
the same character and features. She said both of you have undescended
testicles, dicks no bigger than champagne corks, no chins, eyes like two
cockroaches, necks like a chicken, hollowed-out chests, hips like a girl,
arms and legs no bigger than twigs, and you both constantly rub your crotch.
She also said even your 16-year-old sister wouldn't fuck you, even though
she's shagged just about every boy in town, and has "property of Hell's
Angels," tattooed on her ass. Making Usenet the only contact you have
with humans, since even the girls bully you in school.
So no wonder you're pissed off at the life nature has handed you. I'd be
pissed off too, if I couldn't even get a date with a transvestite on Times
Square for a fistful of hundred dollar bills (like your mother told me you
can't get), and knew my mother and sister are sluts, and the guy you think is
your father... isn't your father.
I feel so sorry for you... but your mother doesn't... she only wishes
you would load that gun... put the pointy end in your mouth... and
blow your fucking brains out... ASAP. But she's afraid that even that
is too complicated for you. However; the life insurance she has on your
life is due to expire in a few months and the premiums are breaking
her... so why not do her that last favor, shit-for-brains #2??? I''m sure
your sister will help you load that gun... the rest is up to you.
Planet Visitor II