Since some really fucking stupid people have chosen to believe that I am Tummy Marie, cuz, yeah... that makes sense..., (cue: Krusty Kunt Zombie Whore and the mandle/shandle litany of ignorant dribble) I've decided to call the real players in this drama out. Let's have it bitches. What happened? What is all the drama about? You two seemed so happy just a (AR) name change ago...
Our Story begins, just as any other...
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Two whores, two whores who enjoyed eating each other's man cave in private and for hire. Two labias intertwined like vines on an old rustic oak covered in moss. Two lives, travelling the same road but to a divide that led not to a happy trail but rather to an end that would echo tragically in whore history for all time.
One a thundering beast over 8 feet tall with a clitoris so long it drug the floor as she walked. The IQ of a sewer rat and the charm of the feces swirling there within. The other a middle aged mare, colts in the stable, and a gut reported to be made of hideous blend of cottage cheese and leather but apparently with the business sense to sell it, all the while holding an unseen dagger. Together they, licked, flicked, and frolicked about. Gleeful and giddy over the taco love they shared. Was it a matched made in whore heaven or bat shit crazy hell? It is time for we, the audience, to decide
So, get your popcorn, bologna, box wine and RTM button finger ready. It's time for a good ole eccie meltdown.
Dorthy Monroe & Yummy Marie - a tale of two Hookers
So bring it motherfuckers. Game starts in...3,...2,...1-Go!
P.s. Poor ShineChapel will be sad he/she was banned for this.