@TamarYaelBatYah
Can't believe the retard Melinda Leigh Scott seriously tries to argue that her name Melinda Leigh Scott and image can't be used without her consent. Melinda Leigh Scott has to be the dumbest person alive. You think you've seen the bottom of Melinda Leigh Scott's stupidity, like when Melinda Leigh Scott tried to argue that her piglet didn't flip off the camera wrong, but the depth of Melinda Leigh Scott's stupidity is apparently infinite. You will always be surprised at just how stupid Melinda Leigh Scott is.
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Melinda Leigh Scott wakes up cold, in her sleeping bag, in a tent. Car is gone, home is gone, kids are gone. "I'm so blessed," she says to herself, to no one at all. The words ring hollow, as they have for decades.
"Neeeeiiagh," she hears next to her in the tent. It's her husband, Marshall Castersen, making his horsey noises for a frail, bald, naked negro man plowing his asshole hard, doggy-style. The negro is pulling Marshall Castersen's long, faggoty hair with both hands. "Neeeeiiagh," Marshall Castersen continues, his eyes so wide he looks demented.
The negro purses his lips, Melinda Leigh Scott now sees the negro is mostly toothless. "Oh yeah," the negro sputters, "c'mere an geddit, boy," the negro pulls out and Marshall Castersen quickly turns around, stuffing his face into the matted, grey pubes of the negro, sucking and slurping the ejaculate out of the frail man greedily, shoving some of his fingers into the negro's anus. The negro shudders in ecstasy. "Now you hef duh gif," the negro whispers solemnly, indicating he has just poz-loaded Marshal Castersen's neg-hole.
"I lef duh money in da cornah," the negro points to some loose change in one of the tent corners. The negro then gets up and runs away into the forest, naked and shrieking.
Melinda Leigh Scott looks at her husband, Marshall Castersen, who now has a ring of his own filth around his mouth, lice/crabs from the negro's pubes crawling in his beard, "wan' some breakfast bay?" he says, his mouth full of HIV infected semen. "Semen is my favorite breakfast," Melinda Leigh Scott says right before she locks lips with Marshall Castersen, getting his filth all over her face. She feels the lice crawling in his beard as she accepts her half of their HIV loaded negro semen breakfast. She swallows it gratefully.
"I'm so blessed," she repeats, almost believing it this time. "May the yahu continue to bless me and curse the wretched goyim," she says in her shrill, obnoxious voice.
Melinda Leigh Scott pulls a full legal pad and box of crayons out of her enormous vagina, where she keeps many other items that are important to her like her torah and essential oils.
"Time to work on my next lawsuit, gotta get the kids back, gotta take down Kiwi Farms." Melinda Leigh Scott is, sadly, retarded. She licks her lips in anticipation, tasting Marshall Castersen's santorum (the frothy mixture of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex) on her mouth.
As her crayon touched the paper she heard the negro shrieking in the distance somewhere, she looked over at her husband Marshall Castersen who now had his entire left hand up his ass, his anus forming a bracelet around his wrist, trying feebly to masturbate his soft, tiny, shrimp-like penis with his free hand. He often did this when his clients didn't provide a reach-around.
"I'm so blessed," she says as another infant suddenly slides out of her cavernous vagina.
"This is my swamp now," the newborn declares.
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Merry Christmas everyone. Melinda too.
Happy Winter Solstice.
The Solar God has been reborn.
