- Reaction score
- 5,644
- Location
- Great Southern Land
She went by the name of Flea...originally,
moronically claiming to be Queen Bee of memebee ???
But like the pestly bug...a flea,
she snuck into family lives with utmost glee,
suckling on their blood oh so willingly.
But alas, the tiresome namesake flea was soon spent,
condemned with the age-old idiom:
“Qui cum canibus concumbunt, cum pulicibus surgent.”
She decided on a more loftier title...The Countess,
she thought people would bow down,
kissing her trotters with adoration...no duress.
But truth be told,
people were tired of their family values insulted,
sticking her pink snout into people’s lives harsh and crude,
she often faulted.
Very soon, “The Countess” debased into The Cuntess,
a name more apt for such wallowing in piss and shit boundless.
With limited vision and siding with friends of lowly character,
she fell in with misfits: meth-mouth Flynn, Super Chode & gap-toothed mole...
none other than Caskur (@caskur Twitter).
Like a stuck pig, she developed the habit of endlessly repeating herself when beaten,
squealing “victory” when people wanted a rest from her twisted liars and conceited bleeding.
Tired of all her “Queen Bee” drama,
they grabbed a rotisserie pole,
stripped off her fat clothes,
and disarmed her.
Straight up her arse smoothly slid the rotisserie pole,
and through her mouth stopped the squealing droll.
Well-oiled and cooking crisply,
now turns the stuck pig,
The Cuntess...on the BBQ rotisserie.
The Oink!
