she sat in the corner with me, every Sunday she would kneel for the priest I would wait ‘til everyone leave, then I’d get down and smell her seat twelve years old, never thought nothing of her ‘til she told me she had finally started her flow, I was like woah I didn’t know bleeding could be so sensual bro I started making some sexual jokes, yeah let’s get down to business she just wanted some kids quick and I noticed that she was developing big tits nice day, isn’t it? are you looking forward to the next church picnic? you’re just a little bit old for my taste but I guess preschool age is a bit optimistic she wanted my seed, and I really wanted to see what she looked like with lipstick so I took the rohypnol, mixed it with bleach - straight in her gravy and biscuit and I know that you’re gagged and you can’t talk now, so you can just do all the listening this isn’t rape, this is great, you sit there let me just give you this jizzin' but I just wasn’t ready, there was nothing but blanks in the tank so I grabbed a machete, turned her into spaghetti… rest in peace betty and i thought to myself as i stood there covered in tears man this sounds like some shit i'll probably be lying about in a couple of years