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IM FUCKING CRYING THIS WAS WAY BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL SLAY MY LIFE GORL
Rhyme some random words together. Miss, pissed, wrist, burnt apple-crisp. Then take a euphemism and butcher the hell out of it. Instant Amberlynn.
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IM FUCKING CRYING THIS WAS WAY BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL SLAY MY LIFE GORL
Nekid with no phone.
Someone creative should use that for a "Tales of Amber" story line.
Start a bonfire and break out the s'mores
Her screeeeeing would wake the dead.
You're gifted. This is laugh-outright material.story
I wanted to post mine in one go, but since it's getting a bit long and I haven't finished yet, I'll be breaking this up into small parts. I followed the spirit of @FatFuckingClown 's lovely comics and changed their names, because I can.
Anyway.
I present to you all:
THE REVENGE OF HAMHOCK CANKLE: PART ONE: IS IT HEARTBREAK, OR IS IT HEART DISEASE?
“How could you do this to me?!” Hamhock Cankle shrieked, spittle flying from her gaping maw. “I was your errythaaaaang!”
It took a few moments before her now-ex-girlfriend, Dalton Spedderson, answered. Suspiciously enough, Hamhock thought that she heard a muted beep nearby. It was probably nothing.
“Aw, Hamhock,” Dalton said, "if only you'd meet her. Then you'd understand! She's hot! She's caring! She's got a rack on her back...uuuuuhnnnfffffffgh.” That very thought made the cross-eyed creature reach into her pocket and pull out a large portrait to give it a wet, perverse lick. She continued to sweep her tongue over the glass smeared with dried saliva; the picture frame had been through several instances of abuse. Inside of the cloudy glass, was the image of an unfortunate-looking goblin of a girl. Her scalp was covered by a blonde mop, and she was stuffing a whole triple-decker cheeseburger into her mouth. The name “Svetlana” was signed on the corner in neon-pink marker.
“She's SO ugly, gorl!” Hamhock cried. Her eyes were puffy with tears, which made her round face look like a red beach ball. “My one-eyed fish factory ain't good enough for you?”
Her insults fell flat on Dalton, who was more than happy to continue licking.
Hamhock knew that she had been nothing but a model girlfriend. She lavished her with useless gifts, and dressed her like the twelve-year-old wasteoid princess she was. She even had the honor of being Hamhock's personal crack-wiper. Her pig-like eyes narrowed. Wait a minute. If she could make Dalton, then she could break her.
“Say, Dalton?” She asked sweetly, batting her spidery eyelashes. “I need to go to Floormart to get food for a mookbawng. Will you drive me?”
There was an uncomfortably long silence as Dalton stopped her licking. Another beep. This was getting weird.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” She said, grabbing her keys.
It didn't take long for Dalton's pants to give out and fall down into a ring around her ankles. Her ratty, cartoon-print underwear barely covered her large behind, and exposed the gaping line. The unfortunate creature tripped over herself at the door-frame, sprawled between carpet and sidewalk like an ugly roadbump.
Hamhock grinned happily as she waddled out. Her elephantine legs could barely hover over Dalton, so she found that her floor-ridden ex made a good stepstool, albeit she almost lost her balance. Now, for phase two.
~*~* To be continued in part two: Operation Prism Drop! ~*~*~
It's no fiction, Andrew, I promise you that it will soon be fact. You'll get over your shallow callous focus on looks and discover the angel inside Amberlynn's corpulent frame. She will envelope you in her bloated rolls of love and you will submit to her.I refuse to be in a relationship with any woman who is substantially overweight unless I am duped into the marriage before I find out she is overweight.
I believe being overweight is a grotesque sin for the most part, and something which disgusts me. But it sounds nice as a fiction.
It's no fiction, Andrew, I promise you that it will soon be fact. You'll get over your shallow callous focus on looks and discover the angel inside Amberlynn's corpulent frame. She will envelope you in her bloated rolls of love and you will submit to her.
You know it's true.![]()
None of them will possess Amberlynn's gentle heart.If I become a millionaire, I could probably get almost any woman I wanted. I mean obviously not any woman, but I could get thousands of women to marry me just at the sight of my money if i ever have a lot in the future
You sound as catty as some of the girls here but I'm sure it's a repressed lust. Time to give in, Andrew.fatass heart you mean
@TheFatBastard hasn't responded to your request, she ignored you. Amberlynn will not ignore you.Keep in mind i never expressed interest in amberlynn; i expressed interest in the fat bastard