Old Man Tigger is like God. He's the one who helps us choose which path we want to take in life.

Either, live the American dream whatever the fuck that is.

Or, have our orifices filled with gallons of gooey spunk by strange men and their oddly shaped sausages. Only wishing to be the next worthless piece of rosey flesh matter to sit on Mr. Tusions grotesque DNA infested couch just to feel more important than we really are; thinking it'll rain perty colors of glitter falling from the heavens of MeatCash while Dirty Harry pokes her throat like a toilet plunger and massages the dark sphincter cave ever so eloquently... to actually realize the moment you open your eyes to face reality, the glitter was mistaken for Mr. Poo and Mr. Asparagus spitting & pissing on you. You get the picture..."I'm gonna be a Starrrr!!! A PORRRRNNNN STarrrr!" - Crystal Ray (White Trash Whore 28)

Gen, did you ever wake from this dream? Is that why you're working on the other side now.
It was real, Gen, it really was! We all held you up as the chalice into which we hoped to spill our precious seed. You were the symbol of our lost Syren, calling to us but unable to be found. Come back, little Gen, we need your warn throat and tongue on which to offer our greatest gift. That wasn't glitter, it was the light of our love, our adoration!
But alas, you're all replaceable since it just a fetish anyway...get gone Gen and make room for the next whore to kneel before us.

It was the day my aunt forced me to a Roman Catholic Church to exercise without having to walk or run.

The words "Sit down, stand up, kneel down" echoing over and over in my head and better yet all done with the help of a loving aunt who grasped my ears so hard which could be why they're pierced with studded earrings. She probably pierced them with 9inch nails of jesus christ.... shit! its true... I remember screaming in agony "NO ZOILA DONT DO IT PLEASE I DONT WANT IT TO HURT NOOO I WNAT MY DADDY!! DADDDDYYYYY WHERE ARE YOuuuu I WANNA GO HOME!!! DADDDDYYYYyy NOOOOOoo!!!" (Frantically crying)

Oh wait, back to my story at the church... and even to have my hair pulled, the crackling sound of texture within my ears wasn't the sounds of confusion of the church of god, it was my hair ripping out. I knew right then and there, to have a violently ripped cunt and stretched out throat hole would be less painful to live with.

But don't you worry Damaged, I found the light. And no it's not the light that which the sun beams off the crystals of meth, its the light in the funeral home of Aunt Zoila. I'm a free girl now. Don't you worry I've made room for new desicrated women.

We shall oh-ver cooooommmeeee
We shall overrr commmeeee somedayyyy...

Wow, my spelling and syntax need work.
Gen, you always give that extra little bit. Maybe you should suggest something to Jeff along the lines of an old woman forcing you to your knees and feeding you cock while a priest waves the incense in the distance. A kind of "white trash whore" meets "the exorcist".

Babe... I'm all used up. I'm crustified. There's nothing left of me that I can give other than my asshole a little more but no one wants to see that disaster. I'd be glad to hand over the story to Mr. Jeff and let him have his way.

We should just get a room, with all this back and forth. You still blocking the PM's?

Yes I am but I'll unblock them. Speaking of American Dreams... I'm about to go see it right now for the fuck of it. Only for Mandy Moore... Ill be dreaming about if only could have a penis. Mandy and the toilet plunger act on her throat would make sweet music dont you think?

What's brought Gen to the dark side?

Part of me wants to get the fuck out of here right now, but I recently acquired several new coping methods so I guess I will see if they work.