Katy sits alone in a dim lit, sordid red-light district, her career long gone and forgotten, drenched in vomit and diarrhea, the amebiasis parasite she got from her latest blow job is causing her to shart irrepressibly. Katy looks up at a diamond embellished billboard, Taylor Swift is grinning widely, clutching Karly at one hand and Chris Hemsworth at the other, her athletic, slim, youthful body is wrapped in a skin tight, glistening green dress made of snake skin, a tiara of golden snakes and thorns intertwines with her perfectly long, shiny blond hair. The big letters under it reads “Taylor swift comes out as Bisexual, marries Karly Kloss and is shagging Hunk de jour Chris Hemsworth, the latest men in her long list of well-endowed stud of the day conquests, Latest album, Hisssssss, wins album of the year”
Katy represses a tear, and remembers how she went down to Taylor’s mention when she got raped by Dr luke, begged for shelter, for food and for a soft bed after losing every penny, and how Taylor shewed her away like a rabies infested stray dog, how she tried to run away only to be betrayed by her week legs, how Taylor unleashed her body guards, with eyes mad with lust, and the things they did to her body, how Taylor stood there and watched, smirking and petting her cat, while she got gang raped over and over again, begging for mercy, until the sensation in both her holes was long gone. When she woke up the next day, she was set to get revenge, yet she knew that she was short of assets, Katy was maybe a retarded illiterate bimbo, but the one thing she had was self-awareness, and she was aware of being talentless, so she stood up and looked around, “Prostitution” she thought, That’s the answer.
Faga has never been a good performer nor has she ever been a nice person and all of her stans are hiv ridden bottoms who are rejected by society and their parents.
Enjoy your ban
Spin it in your face
Spin it in your face
play it in your, play it in your face
Katy sits alone in a dim lit, sordid red-light district, her career long gone and forgotten, drenched in vomit and diarrhea, the amebiasis parasite she got from her latest blow job is causing her to shart irrepressibly. Katy looks up at a diamond embellished billboard, Taylor Swift is grinning widely, clutching Karly at one hand and Chris Hemsworth at the other, her athletic, slim, youthful body is wrapped in a skin tight, glistening green dress made of snake skin, a tiara of golden snakes and thorns intertwines with her perfectly long, shiny blond hair. The big letters under it reads “Taylor swift comes out as Bisexual, marries Karly Kloss and is shagging Hunk de jour Chris Hemsworth, the latest men in her long list of well-endowed stud of the day conquests, Latest album, Hisssssss, wins album of the year”
Katy represses a tear, and remembers how she went down to Taylor’s mention when she got raped by Dr luke, begged for shelter, for food and for a soft bed after losing every penny, and how Taylor shewed her away like a rabies infested stray dog, how she tried to run away only to be betrayed by her week legs, how Taylor unleashed her body guards, with eyes mad with lust, and the things they did to her body, how Taylor stood there and watched, smirking and petting her cat, while she got gang raped over and over again, begging for mercy, until the sensation in both her holes was long gone. When she woke up the next day, she was set to get revenge, yet she knew that she was short of assets, Katy was maybe a retarded illiterate bimbo, but the one thing she had was self-awareness, and she was aware of being talentless, so she stood up and looked around, “Prostitution” she thought, That’s the answer.
Faga has never been a good performer nor has she ever been a nice person and all of her stans are hiv ridden bottoms who are rejected by society and their parents.
