The Saga of Betsy and Drew
There once was this girl named Betsy who lived on my block. This chick was so ugly she looked like a rock. She had two big titties and a scar on her thigh. She had a really big nose and only one eye. She use to mess around with this guy named Drew. And this guy was ugly too. He wore thick glasses and had really bad breath. He had a body odor that smelled like death. Late one night on November the third. Betsy was in her bathroom disposing of a turd. When there was a knock at her door that only she knew. You guessed it right. It was that ugly old Drew. He had a bag of weed and a bunch of crack. All bundled up in a brown paper sack. When she saw what he had she dropped her draws quick. But when Drew smelled her coochy he got really sick. The room got really funky and flies fell to the floor. He tried to make a run for it but he couldn't get to the door. When both of their odors hit the air there was a chemical reaction. The coroner said that both of their noses looked like Michael Jacksons. When Betsy and Drew took that breath it was their very last. The moral of this story is you got to wash your ass. c. R. Mendoza
Copyright © Rodney Mendoza | Year Posted 2015
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