Quote (RODALE @ Mar 4 2017 08:55pm)
I was only 9 years old. I loved Pigs so much, I had a salad collection and watched all the Martha Stewart re-runs. I pray to Pigs every night before bed, thanking him for the salad eating tips I've been given. "Pigs is love" I say; “Pigs is life." My dad hears me and tells me I'm a fat slob. I know he was just jealous of my 145 IQ. I tell him "TBS RUNS EAST". He tells me that's a Freudian slip. I’m crying now, and my salad has fallen over. I look at my teeth which are green from all the spinach and my body which is riddled with signs of malnutrition from eating cheap salads for months. Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me. It’s the TBS leader himself. He's eating a fresh ear, gold and all. He whispers to me “Just call me daddy and say "Daddy Tbs > and it'll be all over.” He grabs me and shoves orange peels down my throat. I’m ready. I shit all over hoipolloi and smear it around. He sodomizes me. It hurts so much but I do it for TBS. I can feel snot come out of my nose. I push against his force. I want to please TBS. He roars a mighty "TBS > You" as he fills my butt with Dollar store ranch. My dad walks in and tazes him. Pigs looks him straight in the eyes and says “Fight me out back, no liability, sign the papers.” Pigs leaves on his hover round, but not before taking his shirt off and telling everybody what he has just ate. Pigs is love. Pigs is life.
beautiful