The day they came and took my family from me I cried worse than Our Mother Mary did on that day her son died for all mankind. I had protected my babies, holding them to my breast through the darkest moments of black night for close to six months now. It had been a year since my lovely boy Justin left us. He had jackknifed his rig on the Creswell, Oregon WalMart exit, suffering a massive head trauma. The doctors told him it was just a bump on the head, but he met some Mexican witch who got him in with the drugs and the motorcycles. "Understands my needs as a man, " humph, we all know what THAT means, slut. Now that the Prince of Lies had gotten his clutches upon him and the divorce papers showed up and I knew he wasn't to return.

Since he had left I got the property out past La Grange that Justin had inherited from his father, which what was left of the big property Justin tells me he had inherited from his father. Justin and I, even though we tried as hard as might for the three or four days he was home between pulling loads from the big refinery over Texas City to Needles, CA to Ontario in Canada. The chemicals he drove did it in for his man-parts and so we were never given the grace of a child by Our Lord and the precious Virgin, blessed be their names. My only solace at this time was my own baby foxie terrier, Foxxy. Foxxy was a proud girl with a big full bouncy head of adorable when pulled up in a poof with her mama's nice chinese painted combs. I loved Foxxy and Foxxy loved me and we sat on the porch and I brushed out her hair till it was shiney and ate mushroom pizza with cheeze in the crust from the Pizza Hut down on rural route 9 off of the interstate. The delivery boy is kinda skinny and he looks down my blouse when I bend over to pick up the check I always somehow drop on the floor when he rings my bell. Foxxy really liked him and covered him with love whenever he came by. Foxxy and I would watch our stories and eat pizza and she would tell me that we had too much love and she felt that our love should be shared with all the other foxies in the world. They would all have their hairs styled up and they would sit together having little puppy tea parties till the sun went down. So we took the money from Justin's teamster pension and we had the boy from the Pizza Hut go on the internets and buy us all the little baby foxies we could. We had little Foxy 2, Mrs. Foxy, Foxyboy, and Asmerelda. For two long months we had a regular little Foxie heaven on Mt. Olives. Then sin came to the garden of eden, followed by the hordes of Satan who came from the sky...

Last edited by orangeplus (2008-12-15 23:27:13)

orangeplus wrote:

The day they came and took my family from me I cried worse than Our Mother Mary did on that day her son died for all mankind. I had protected my babies, holding them to my breast through the darkest moments of black night for close to six months now. It had been a year since my lovely boy Justin left us. He had jackknifed his rig on the Creswell, Oregon WalMart exit, suffering a massive head trauma. The doctors told him it was just a bump on the head, but he met some Mexican witch who got him in with the drugs and the motorcycles. "Understands my needs as a man, " humph, we all know what THAT means, slut. Now that the Prince of Lies had gotten his clutches upon him and the divorce papers showed up and I knew he wasn't to return.

Since he had left I got the property out past La Grange that Justin had inherited from his father, which what was left of the big property Justin tells me he had inherited from his father. Justin and I, even though we tried as hard as might for the three or four days he was home between pulling loads from the big refinery over Texas City to Needles, CA to Ontario in Canada. The chemicals he drove did it in for his man-parts and so we were never given the grace of a child by Our Lord and the precious Virgin, blessed be their names. My only solace at this time was my own baby foxie terrier, Foxxy. Foxxy was a proud girl with a big full bouncy head of adorable when pulled up in a poof with her mama's nice chinese painted combs. I loved Foxxy and Foxxy loved me and we sat on the porch and I brushed out her hair till it was shiney and ate mushroom pizza with cheeze in the crust from the Pizza Hut down on rural route 9 off of the interstate. The delivery boy is kinda skinny and he looks down my blouse when I bend over to pick up the check I always somehow drop on the floor when he rings my bell. Foxxy really liked him and covered him with love whenever he came by. Foxxy and I would watch our stories and eat pizza and she would tell me that we had too much love and she felt that our love should be shared with all the other foxies in the world. They would all have their hairs styled up and they would sit together having little puppy tea parties till the sun went down. So we took the money from Justin's teamster pension and we had the boy from the Pizza Hut go on the internets and buy us all the little baby foxies we could. We had little Foxy 2, Mrs. Foxy, Foxyboy, and Asmerelda. For two long months we had a regular little Foxie heaven on Mt. Olives. Then sin came to the garden of eden, followed by the hordes of Satan who came from the sky...

OhmyfuckingGOD.

That was exquisite.