BigJimsWornOutTires
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It was admitted by her friends, but also the clients -- who were in truth the less numerous and active body of the half -- that Mrs. Cunswaylo had done very poorly with herself. She was missing legs but good golly molly big balls of folly, she could spin on that dick as fast as a gerbil treading a hamster wheel while a fan overhead blows methamphetamines down his wittle rodent lungs. She's a spinner! Big Jim shouts out during this time of storytelling. Which ironically happens to be the author of this cringe tale which makes it that more creepy and disturbing that a man who larps as a shitty tire shop dealer online would have the audacity to place himself into the narrative as if a psychopath with too much time on his hands as he composes in the third character that makes this even more repulsive.
Ugh.
She was the only whore at the local whore house that was an amputee. She's a spinner! Ugh. Big Jim's autism continues to remind us. The house of whores was owned and operated by a shady man. And. (sigh.) Boogers. What are the odds here? Big Jim's Loose Goose Fun Center. Wow. How original. She's a spinner! Hmm. Well. Awkward and that's getting a little annoying now. Um. Anyway. Mrs. Cunswaylo had a secret. Her nasty cesspool was also a portal to another universe.
In order to activate the gateway, she would have to revolve her entire body while on a dick extremely fast. Although, unlike the methhead gerbil, she opposed such enhancers. Men's semen was the key. Like tossing coal into a train engine to get that bitch rolling; unloading a mouthful of cum down her throat would ignite the S.F.S: Speed Force Spinner. But not many men would entertain such perversions with a handicap. Only one man would stoop that low. Big Jim's Worn Out Tire Sale. A real twist you might be feeling here. Who would have thought, right? But the first time the big guy kindled that dirty legless whore's speed force, alternately opening a portal to another universe, a new one was created. Yet his semen was parasitical in nature for a woman couldn't digest because it'll crawl itself out of the stomach and work its way to her heart. Then latch itself onto that organ like an autistic kid hugging someone's leg. Thus becoming her Little Big Jim's Worn Out Parasite. Lil Creep, she nicknamed instead.
The very first time he opened the portal, immediately he named the new universe. And you would think an oxymoron like Big Jim's New Worn Out Universe. But no. You'd be wrong. He named it, Black Whore. Because it was utter darkness with no stars -- no planets. No sparks. Just like a black woman's vagina. Black Whore was useless. There was nothing exciting about it. But it smelled! Ugh. It stank like a Wuhan China fish market. So he decided to bring light to it. "LET THERE BE STUFF!" He commanded. But ugh. Nothing happened. Although that didn't deter him from moving on. "LET THERE BE OTHER STUFF!" Once again, nothing happened. He was pleased. Then he wanted to bring life to his creation. "LET THERE BE WHORES!" Ugh. Nil. It was as if he had his eyes closed trying to think of new shit to say. "LET THERE BE LOTS OF WHORES!" And so this went on and on and the universe stayed dark and boring. Just like a black woman's vagina. Nothing impressive ever came about.
TO BE DISCONTINUED.
Ugh.
She was the only whore at the local whore house that was an amputee. She's a spinner! Ugh. Big Jim's autism continues to remind us. The house of whores was owned and operated by a shady man. And. (sigh.) Boogers. What are the odds here? Big Jim's Loose Goose Fun Center. Wow. How original. She's a spinner! Hmm. Well. Awkward and that's getting a little annoying now. Um. Anyway. Mrs. Cunswaylo had a secret. Her nasty cesspool was also a portal to another universe.
In order to activate the gateway, she would have to revolve her entire body while on a dick extremely fast. Although, unlike the methhead gerbil, she opposed such enhancers. Men's semen was the key. Like tossing coal into a train engine to get that bitch rolling; unloading a mouthful of cum down her throat would ignite the S.F.S: Speed Force Spinner. But not many men would entertain such perversions with a handicap. Only one man would stoop that low. Big Jim's Worn Out Tire Sale. A real twist you might be feeling here. Who would have thought, right? But the first time the big guy kindled that dirty legless whore's speed force, alternately opening a portal to another universe, a new one was created. Yet his semen was parasitical in nature for a woman couldn't digest because it'll crawl itself out of the stomach and work its way to her heart. Then latch itself onto that organ like an autistic kid hugging someone's leg. Thus becoming her Little Big Jim's Worn Out Parasite. Lil Creep, she nicknamed instead.
The very first time he opened the portal, immediately he named the new universe. And you would think an oxymoron like Big Jim's New Worn Out Universe. But no. You'd be wrong. He named it, Black Whore. Because it was utter darkness with no stars -- no planets. No sparks. Just like a black woman's vagina. Black Whore was useless. There was nothing exciting about it. But it smelled! Ugh. It stank like a Wuhan China fish market. So he decided to bring light to it. "LET THERE BE STUFF!" He commanded. But ugh. Nothing happened. Although that didn't deter him from moving on. "LET THERE BE OTHER STUFF!" Once again, nothing happened. He was pleased. Then he wanted to bring life to his creation. "LET THERE BE WHORES!" Ugh. Nil. It was as if he had his eyes closed trying to think of new shit to say. "LET THERE BE LOTS OF WHORES!" And so this went on and on and the universe stayed dark and boring. Just like a black woman's vagina. Nothing impressive ever came about.
TO BE DISCONTINUED.
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