Gen Padova
Tuesday, March 11th, 2008
 
 
Gen Padova was out on a romantic date in the park. The little picnic was going along smoothly until she pulled out a piece of cheeze. Associating the pungent smell of the dairy with the stench of a whore’s pussy, a pack of dykes quickly assembled upon Gen and her date.
Needless to say, the yellow-bellied boyfriend bailed out. Gen was left alone to face her cruel fate. The whores moved in and unloaded round after round after round of bitter cunt wine. It didn’t take long before the whole park was awash in a sea of squirt.
Even today, if you stroll down the park, you can notice a patch of healthier, greenier grass. All the whores like to graze on the bitter pasture. Slowly muching, counting the days before another stupid bitch comes along.
