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After deciding to get the hell out of the house, Anal runs outside to his Dodge Viper. Jumping in, Anal swiftly hits CD Track 2 (Anatasia Swallows Bootleg Mix) and twists the rear view mirror into perfect position to view his $90 hair cut toss in the wind as he roars down the road. Suddenly.... a thought strikes him... "Hmmm, I better give that bitch a few last words before I leave."
Getting out of the car and marching up the stairs, carefully so he doesn't scuff the toe on his Gucci boots, Anal soon reaches the top floor. Pausing long enough in front of the mirror to notice that these new khakis show his package off well and make his ass look scrumptious, Anal throws open the door to the room that the bitch had forbidden him to enter.
Sitting by the window, wrapped in a shawl is the bitch herself. "Anal... is that you???" paradox asks. Turning around to show his red rim eyes from all the crying he has done since he flunked out of boot camp.
In a state of shock... Anal slowly mutters.. "whuut.... da.... phuckkk??? HELL BITCH, IS THAT A FUCKING STICKLEY ROCKER."
Snatching Little Bitch out of the chair, Anal gives her a slap which sends her sprawling to the floor. "WHAT THE FUCK??? I SAID NO STICKLEY IN THIS CRIB. ANAL AIN'T DOWN WITH THE STICKLEY"
Snatching the rocking chair, Anal beats it down over the head of Little Bitch while saying in a sing-song voice.. "hmmmm.... did we have a little accident with the decorating funds? hmmmm...??" Soon the chair is in tiny pieces all over the floor. Anal then parades around the tiny upstairs room, throwing rear lat shots at his reflection in the windows...
Thinking he has taught Little Bitch a lesson that should last the rest of her pitiful bottom feeding lifetime, Anal turns to go.
Little Bitch summons up enough strength to weakly grab the hem of Anal's pants leg and plead.."please don't go yet. stay a little longer, the track lighting will be here next week..."
"WHAT??" Anal yells. "YOU DAREST TO TALK TO ME IN SUCH FOUL MANNER? BE GONE I SAY. GET THEE OUT DEMON. here let me help"
Picking the twerp up off the floor, Anal single handedly tosses him straight out the window. Noting with a sigh of relief the cast carried the little queer well beyond the range of accidently striking Anal's car.
Leaving the house for good, Anal has a strange thought... "you know, someone should make a movie about this little adventure."
After deciding to get the hell out of the house, Anal runs outside to his Dodge Viper. Jumping in, Anal swiftly hits CD Track 2 (Anatasia Swallows Bootleg Mix) and twists the rear view mirror into perfect position to view his $90 hair cut toss in the wind as he roars down the road. Suddenly.... a thought strikes him... "Hmmm, I better give that bitch a few last words before I leave."
Getting out of the car and marching up the stairs, carefully so he doesn't scuff the toe on his Gucci boots, Anal soon reaches the top floor. Pausing long enough in front of the mirror to notice that these new khakis show his package off well and make his ass look scrumptious, Anal throws open the door to the room that the bitch had forbidden him to enter.
Sitting by the window, wrapped in a shawl is the bitch herself. "Anal... is that you???" paradox asks. Turning around to show his red rim eyes from all the crying he has done since he flunked out of boot camp.
In a state of shock... Anal slowly mutters.. "whuut.... da.... phuckkk??? HELL BITCH, IS THAT A FUCKING STICKLEY ROCKER."
Snatching Little Bitch out of the chair, Anal gives her a slap which sends her sprawling to the floor. "WHAT THE FUCK??? I SAID NO STICKLEY IN THIS CRIB. ANAL AIN'T DOWN WITH THE STICKLEY"
Snatching the rocking chair, Anal beats it down over the head of Little Bitch while saying in a sing-song voice.. "hmmmm.... did we have a little accident with the decorating funds? hmmmm...??" Soon the chair is in tiny pieces all over the floor. Anal then parades around the tiny upstairs room, throwing rear lat shots at his reflection in the windows...
Thinking he has taught Little Bitch a lesson that should last the rest of her pitiful bottom feeding lifetime, Anal turns to go.
Little Bitch summons up enough strength to weakly grab the hem of Anal's pants leg and plead.."please don't go yet. stay a little longer, the track lighting will be here next week..."
"WHAT??" Anal yells. "YOU DAREST TO TALK TO ME IN SUCH FOUL MANNER? BE GONE I SAY. GET THEE OUT DEMON. here let me help"
Picking the twerp up off the floor, Anal single handedly tosses him straight out the window. Noting with a sigh of relief the cast carried the little queer well beyond the range of accidently striking Anal's car.
Leaving the house for good, Anal has a strange thought... "you know, someone should make a movie about this little adventure."
