Shartemis, goddess of the gunt
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I’m quoting this because that double wordplay didn’t get nearly enough applause.
Well, even if Tut is no longer her "lover" he can still be her dealer. Maybe that was his plan all along. Kind of like a businessman taking a client to an expensive lunch for the potential revenue stream. I know, it seems out there, but no doubt he saw a mark as soon as he met Chantal.
I lowkey had a notion as to this for a few days...what if Chantal blew her usual smoke up his arse during their initial texts about how she was soooo down for drugs of any kind, she was/is a PARTY GIRL! She partied—-still does, still does!!!—-parties with loads of friends and they’re down too. She has a reputation as something of a
wild woman, a rebel, rawwwwr. (Rebelling against doctor’s advice is wild, right?)
The Fentanyl Pharaoh decided this girl will be a good source of revenue, if she loves drugs that much and has tonnes of friends who need a hookup. A ginormous white girl? She’ll need way more than usual to lay her out, and likely has the money for it. Plus he can fuck her fat carcass every so often in exchange for a freebie.
It would deplete the farm’s daily rainbow allotment, but I would love it if she unintentionally hyped herself as a potential source of income for this guy, then rolled herself over there and got fucked up on whatever he had lying around, and after three days of missing his dropped hints to buy or hook up more “friend” customers, the guy realized he’d been had by a giant shut-in mostly-virgin, whose worst drug usage lately is berry flavoured weed sweets, who has no idea how actual sex works, and who is apparently the only desperate fat girl on earth who
doesn’t give head.
What’s the opposite of finding a unicorn, that one in the million combo of all the best qualities?
She’s whatever that is.