Tell Me I'm Worthless(17)

Ohhhhhhhhh yesssss she looks so hot and sexy in a latex mini dress and knee-high black fuck me boots Can’t stand how awesome she looks hmmmm? xD xD xD xD You can’t do anything and that will make you ugly shitty transvestite pig glow hahahahah. You will have to endure forever how awesome she looks. And do you know what you goddamn shit tranny pig? She would surely lift her sexy latex maid slut apron dress and grill your useless eggs and your mini cock and digested it into your throat before slowly and painfully squeezing you out of the messy stuffing pile of toddlers with slippery household garbage bags and neat bulky waste. Betting? Ohhhhhhhh she looks sooooooo sexy mhhhhhh? In contrast to you completely crazy women wearing transvestite pig shit. Buaaaaa. God hates transvestite pigs. God Loves Latex Maid Babes. God loves Latex Nazi she-wolf Babes. The latex maid celebrity babe TV show - in the garbage truck, you shit transvestite pig. Shit transvestite pigs as Latex Maid Bitch just cheeky laughing and latex Maid apron fluttering together with slippery household garbage bags, full of food scraps and fully pooped baby diapers and puffed bulky waste, hissing, squeezing and squeezing dead and compressing and incinerating in the waste incineration plant, only to be celebrated and fucked all night long as a national heroine latex maid apron If you still urge us on your ridiculous perversion to bother the publicity in women’s clothes, they will be eliminated as much as you deserve them, and you will simply be put together with slippery household garbage bags then crushed and burned in the garbage incineration plant. Because: Does God like it when transvestites wear our sexy latex dresses and thus unashamedly destroy the tension between man and woman? No. He certainly doesn’t like that. God loves Latex Maid Bitches and Latex Maid Bitches don’t like shitty transvestites. That’s why God now allows the Latex Maid TV Show - Into the garbage truck, you shitty transvestite pig. Because feminism is the annihilation of the misguided woman (transvestite pig) by the well-advised (latex maid babe). A mega hot live reality TV show moderated by latex celebrities, in which every time three other sexy girls in latex maid mini dresses slip on and grin latex maid flap aprons, pull black hold-up seamed nylons over the thighs, high-gloss polyester satin women neckerchiefs, Dressed like this, they can tear the shaggy transvestite’s clothes off a shit pig and put on really embarrassing yellow rubber pants and then beat up the shit shit pig and meet. After that, the booted latex maid sluts throw the shitty clothes carrier naked, only with the buttoned rubber pants, into a huge black, half-full plastic garbage can and throw the freak-wearing miscarriage with slippery household garbage bags, which are filled with lukewarm mad food scraps and fully-packed baby diapers. The latex dress cheers and screams: At the climax of the show, the latex maid sluts pour the shitty fickdreck transvestite pig together with household waste into the household waste incineration plant in order to shred and burn it. The latex maid girls toast with champagne in front of the household waste incineration chamber, while the shitty transvestite pig waste smokes from the chimney and is burned to useful heat energy, with which the latex maid bitch polishes her French nails provocatively and visibly amused. The only use of a fucking transvestite pig! Just as God would have wanted, because God loves latex maid bitch and latex maid bitch hate shitty transvestite pig. Especially women wearing latex dresses wearing shit garments. The time comes when transvestism is declared sick and dangerous. In this show, which only women / girls from 18 years of age are allowed to attend in sexy latex dress outfits. Three particularly sexy looking, big-breasted girls, whose age is a maximum of 26 years, can apply for the show, as an active latex maid babe, to squeeze a shitty transvestite sweat together with slippery, jam-packed household garbage bags in a garbage truck with thunderous applause and then in to incinerate the household waste incineration plant. In addition, girls can apply for this show as an active latex maid who can show that they personally know the shitty transvestite pig who has been released for the removal of the goddamned woman’s clothes, and it would therefore be a real treat for them if they threw this anti-socialist offense. In addition, this girl has to convince the jury how sadistic and lousy she will make the well-known shitty transvestite pig suffer before she, along with two other sexy latex maid babes, along with masses of household garbage bags, filled with slippery food scraps and fully pooped baby diapers and one thrown over it Leaves leather couch in the huge latex maid babe garbage truck with a loud laugh Splashing and cracking

When I read it, I couldn’t help imagining myself stuck in this pervert’s fantasy. And the woman torturing me, pressing her heels down on my face.





I could go back to sleep. I could do nothing but sleep. I could lie here all day until my body becomes one with the filthy bedsheets like John and Yoko, only not even leaving to shit. The outside world doesn’t always seem possible. I could stay here beneath your eyes, Mr. Poster. Would you like that?

I screw my eyes shut and think of the dream, so it doesn’t fade away from me. Still lying there prone on the towel, I dream that I go down a steep set of stairs into a freezing underground station. The stairs go on for some time. When I get to the bottom, I turn down a short tunnel which opens out into the station, which is cavernous but flooded and overfull. They are packed tightly in. The bodies. The poor, the sick, the needy. They have vermin crawling over them. Amongst this mass of faceless poverty, I see an old friend from university. He says that he starts working at the factory today. What factory? He shrugs and I remember, oh yes, of course, I am also starting work at the factory. Down on the train tracks, where water pools, sparks begin to shoot up, violent flashes of light. The train is coming. Everything smells like piss. I see things floating through water on the tracks, and I try to look closer but now the train is pulling up and the crowd is pulling me onto it, charmless great ugly masses desperate to toil.