This is the story of Cinderella and her Ugly Sisters..... Cinders worked very hard, frubbing scoors, weaning clindows, emptying poss pits and shivelling shut. By the end of the day she was nucking fackered! Her Sugly Isters were fight cucking runts. They did no wucking fork and had no wucking furries. They were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge and the other was Betty Swallocks; they were always pucking fissed. The Sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball. Cinderella was ducking fisgusted that the cotton runts would not let her go. Buttons worked with Cinders. He was gifted with nuge hackers and a shairy hithole. He was also a a candy runt and like Cinders to give him a wood gank and he was always diving into Cinders' hubic pairs. Suddenly there was a bucking fang! A gairy fodmother appeared - her name was Sherry Fightmouse. She was a tight rucking fespian with a carge lairy hunt and tairy hits. She turned a pumpkin and cix mite whice into a bucking cuge farriage and six dandy ronkeys with buge hallocks. Cinders was amazed. "Histe all crucking fighty", she said. The gairy fodmother said, "Cinders, you must be back by 12 o'clock or there will be a cucking falamity." At the Ball Cinders was dancing with the pransome hince. the music was being played by a band called "Sid Siff and his Siffling Seven". They were gucking food but foo nucking toisy. it was that frucking fummer - what a rucking facket! The cabaret was hucking fopeless - when he blew his trucking frumpet he was bucking frilliant but he was a big headed banky wastard and Cinders wished that he would stick his trumpet up his ucking farsehole. Suddenly the clock struck twelve. Cinders pucking fanicked and ran out of the ballroom, tripped barse over ollocks and dropped her slass glipper. The following day the pransome hince was knocking at Cinders' door. The Sugly isters let him in. Betty Swollocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted?", asked the the pransome hince. "Blame that forrible bucker over there", said Buttons The shell of smit was tucking ferrible. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, the pransome hince tried the flass glipper on the Sugly isters without success. They had horrible felly smeet and featy swannies. Suddenly Mary Hinge in a tucking fumper gave the prince a nick in the knackers! This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. He tried Cinders and the fipper slitted pucking ferfectly. "Puck my siles!!" said the prince. "Uck your sown!" said Buttons. Soon Prinders and the crince were married and he ended his days in lucking fuxury and she ended hers with a follen swanny. Squiffy
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