Rindercella & her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard - frubbing scloors, emptying poss pits & shivelling shot. At the end of the day she was nucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge & the other was called Betty Swollocks. They were really forrible uckers & had fetty sweet & 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 & her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole & she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin & six mite whice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandyronkeys who had buge hollocks & 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. "For suck's fake!" yelled Rindercella as she ran out, tripping barse over ollocks & dropping her slass glipper. Next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door & the sugly ister let him in. Suddenly Betty Swollocks lifted her leg & let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted?" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there," said Mary Hinge. When the brinking stown cloud had lifted the prandsome hince tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success. Their feet stucking fank. Betty Swollocks was ducking fisgusted & gave the prandsome hince a nack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls & hig bard-on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella & it fitted pucking ferfectly. They were married.
And they lived happily ever after... END.
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