Attractive Sexhaver
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Apr 12, 2021
Ol' Chewing Side rounded on the cowering pooner.And finally, we have my favorite tweet, the last one. I clicked on the profile and read “my partner cannot scoop cat litter because they get triggered by it” and laughed in a way that only Kiwifarms bullshit could make me laugh. I can kind of see why he called them scam artists if they’re too retarded to do basic daily tasks, but at the same time I’m pretty sure that Penny’s abuse extended beyond making them do chores that they should be doing on their own (such as having to deal with Kevin’s tantrums, etc). Anyways he pushed for them to get food stamps to feed the tranchers. Also whenever they weren’t doing enough Penny would interrogate them in a random coffee shop and Josie would have to step in. Not sure why they had to take them to get coffee for that but ok.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY, YOU LITTLE FAGGOT?"
The pooner could barely meet Penny's eyes as he stood over her, clutching his rifle menacingly.
"I s-said Aidan is disabled. He can't clean the litter trays. Cat litter is a very specific tr-trigger"
"OH? ITS A VERY SPECIFIC TRIGGER IS IT?" Penny waved his rifle in her face, the barrel pointing at her tits, then her crotch. Neither of them knew if it was loaded.
"WELL, I'VE GOT A VERY SPECIFIC TRIGGER TOO. AND BELIEVE ME, NEITHER YOU OR YOUR FAGGOT BOYFRIEND WILL LIKE IT IF IT GOES OFF. I ALREADY TOLD YOU BOTH, YOU GOTTA CONTRIBUTE IF YOU WANNA STAY HERE: MONEY, MINGE OR MANPOWER. NO ONE EATS FOR FREE."
Chewin' side openly leared between her legs.
"SPEAKING OF WHICH, DID YOU GET SIGNED UP FOR FOODSTAMPS?"
The pooner brightened. "Yeah! Aidan and I went to the store and got what you asked--"
Chewing side snatched the paper bag of groceries from her hand, the edge of the paper leaving a cut on her tiny, delicate hands.
'"FUCKING FINALLY." Chewin' side rifled through the groceries. "KATHRYN, WE GOT MORE FRUIT PUNCH"
The door to the bedroom opened-- for the first time in days-- and with it the pungent aroma of male sweat, cat piss, and amhole blood wafted out with it. Kevin waddled into the room, his fridgelike bulk shoving the pooner aside.
"Mistress! I wanted Hawaiian punch, not Cherry" he mewled, tears welling in the pockmarked craters on his face.
"LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE NOW, YOU'VE MADE MY DELICATE FLOWER OF A WIFE CRY. YOU BETTER GET YOUR FAGGOT ASS BACK TO THE STORE AND GET HAWAIIAN PUNCH OR WE WILL BE USING YOUR CLOTHES FOR THE CAMPFIRE. I DONT CARE HOW YOU FIND THE MONEY, SELL YOUR BOY HOLE IF YOU HAVE TO."
Kevin placed a consoling hand on the pooners flattened tits. "Just so you know, I feel really bad about this" he whispered, fatly.
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