karen plopped her tired, worried ass down in the beat yet still sort of comfortable living room chair and pondered recent developments.
"These guys have totally derailed my Axl / Cake Cream saga, but I don't really mind, at least I get some attention."
Her mama came in after a hard day cleaning rich peoples' homes: upon espying her daughter she smacked her across the face, saying "Girl, ever since you started this Bingo shit you ain't doin' none of the chores around here. Why should I have to clean up your piles of shit from the kitchen floor?"
Karen blushed furiously: she espied the gnawed chicken bones and the piles of shit which they had spawned, and knew that there was no good reason for it.
"And the weirdos you meet of those dating sites: why, a guy in a penis costume showed up one time. What is wrong with you, girl?"
Karen was at a loss as to how to respond because she just knew that deep inside there most certainly was something wrong with her, but she lacked the education and experience to identify it.
"Now mama, please: you know I work so's we don't has to live in the streets: let me enjoy my free time, OK?"
"Don't back talk your mama, Karen: now go to your room!"
Karen went to her dank room wondering what ever happened to the blind date in the penis costume: it was fun til he bedecked himself in a rubber sheet and said "Ready to build the beast with two backs? No worries, I'm wearing a rubber."
Karen put the grim thought of having narrowly missed defoliation out of her mind the way she always did: by turning to the wit, wisdom and comfort offered her at VCT and the other gambling forums she haunted.
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