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The Story of the Dolls- Part 1 – 4 October 2024

It was 2024 and times were tough. Laid off at work because of too much drinking, the bills started to pile up. There was just enough savings left to buy some sex dolls. He reckoned they could be rented out or used for internet cam shows. Plenty of desperate cunts out there. Especially in the shit sty city they lived in. Even Indians lived better than they did. The drinking was getting out of control along with the smoking. He begged friends to help pay for rent. They helped him out, and then he asked for more. Sad cunt can’t support this family! The lowest of a lowlife. Even his attempt to earn money on Fansly failed. The lowest ratings of any profile on that site! Feedback from members there cited cunt looks a retarded Hank Hill with a dumb and dumber haircut! Get to fuck! Like get a real job! We have seen the inside of that shack you call a home! Furnished with the “Married with Children” furniture collection! Or maybe like a living room on “Cops.” Not sure why this bitch does work to help them out. It is not like she is at home spreading her legs for his limp noodle!

He started posing and dressing up his dolls. He needed to do this to get hard to fuck his nasty wife. Cunts polled on site, said by a wide margin, they would rather shag Saggy Granny than this crooked tooth pig. The drinking had wilted his little knob so badly he started his day screaming at it in the mirror trying to get hard. His wife could hear him screaming even with the Kevin Bloody Murphy blaring. He did all his best work in the shed in their small backyard. Wifey walked up to the door and heard him screaming and moaning, jerking his little weasel has hard as he could. Nothing happened. Sounded like a baby seal getting clubbed in there! Frustrated, he went back inside their flat and poured another bottle of booze into a pitcher. Normal people drink from a glass. Not this classless rat.

With bill collectors sticking to him like flies on shit, he had to come up with a new scheme. Struggling with an original idea, he watched the days go by. They turned into months. He turned to the cock site for help. Asking for donations, money, anything to feed his family. What kind of man can’t earn money? Fucking pathetic if you ask me! Then one of the members, suggested he rent the dolls out to local universities. The uni kids were always partying and what better addition to a party than some fuck dolls? He started counting his money before he got it. First mistake!

He made up some fliers and started to pass them out on campus. Many were disgusted by this old rat passing out fuck fliers for his dolls. They called campus police service and they responded at the rush. When they found this donkey passing out fliers, police service gave this cunt a tune up. Smashing his scrawny body with their batons. One of the officers gave him a kick to his face just to remind him to stay off campus. He crawled back to his piece of shit car and went home to sulk. A total failure and raging alcoholic. He took out his frustrations on his family. We are seeking the police report as of today. Not to worry, we have some rotten cunts in Australia that will sort this out.

The cunt still refused to give up his big money scheme for his precious dolls. At home in the middle of the day (where else would he be) a commercial came on for an Indian language school. Bingo and cha-ching! It was Friday afternoon and he had to get his dolls ready for action. He combed their hair, washed out their cunts, mouths, and assholes. He put on their fanciest clothing and even put some perfume on them. Okay, it was just cleaning spray but it had a nice lemon scent. It was all he could afford. His family was lucky to get frozen dinners or if it was a splurge, some takeaway from Dan Murphy’s petrol station.

He arrived at the Punjab Language School. It was teeming with filthy Indians. At first, he was disgusted thinking of an Indian gang bang on his precious dolls. Fuck it, he needed some cash and bad. They were a cunt hair from losing their cheap flat they called home. The landlord was entertained watching him struggle to pay his rent each month. The landlord’s favorite game was pinning the eviction notice on doors so their neighbors could see failure in action. Armed with fresh fliers, he lurked in the car park. Waiting for customers, he was thinking he looked like a pimp wearing his DILLIGAF t-shirt playing a Denis Leary song called “Asshole” on his car stereo. A group of Punjab warriors were approaching. Like a common tout, he hawked his dolls for cheap. He made his sales pitch and the Indians being lower than a cockroach, jumped at the chance. They loved white pussy and would not need to shower. The Indians gave up 100 quid for a night with these bitches. All parties involved agreed to meet at Dan Murphy’s car park the day at noon to return the dolls.

5 October- Dan Murphy Petrol Station

He arrived nervous. What if they did not show up? His precious dolls would be lost forever. He felt a nervous shit brewing. Like shit brick in “American Pie”, he could never drop a dump in public. He was sweating like an outback trucker with a lot of road in front of him. If this went south, his only option was to shit his autographed Kevin Bloody Wilson panties. A real cock site gangster he was not, nervous as a Mormon virgin on her wedding night about to have her cunt wrecked. Then again, there was nothing magical about his stained panties. He sat there waiting like a cunt. Around 1346, the sport ute filled with Indians arrived. A huge sigh of relief went through his scrawny body. His big beer belly, suddenly stopped gurgling like a clogged toilet.

The HIIC (head Indian in charge) got out and began to curse at him. They said th]ese reeked of old cunt. Like spoiled Vegemite, cheap cigarettes, Praisey, and failure. You know something reeks when even the flies or Indians complain about it! The two other Indians sitting in the back got out and collected the dolls from the back cargo area. Our good mate was nearly in tears when he saw how his dolls looked. Their clothing ripped, patches of hair missing from their heads and cunts. One of his dolls was even missing a leg! He was in tears and the Indians just laughed and told him to clean up their leavings! These dolls were even worse off than the state of Vesse’s garden! Real toilet times indeed!

As the Indians laughed and sped away, one of them threw a naan soaked in Asafoetida (A smelly, sticky, yellowish-white resin that comes from the roots and lower stem of a rare wild carrot relative). Indians have used asafetida for centuries to season their food, and to help with digestion. Europeans in India called it "Devil's Dung” and a ripe durian fruit. It hit our good mate in the chest and splattered his face with filth. Completely dejected, he took his 100 quid back to his car. He carefully loaded his dolls into this backseat, strapping them so they would not be hurt anymore. He cried and held their hands apologizing for letting them be used as practice girls. He looked at one of their cunts, he saw it was split sideways and oozing Indian loads. He was disgusted and sad… Sad his own dick could never do this kind of damage. As he drove home in silence, he rang ahead and asked wifey to prepare the “ceremony. “

His raggedly 1998 AU Falcon barely made it home. Wifey was waiting in her church clothes- they were in fact, holey! Looked like moths had a feast on the cheap fabric! Then again, could be cigarette burns from her falling asleep on the sofa. Like any church would let these barnyard pigs inside. He went inside to get his best suit. Normally reserved for his many court proceedings, he pressed it with the iron. He removed the coffins from storage and put the dolls inside. Tears could not be stopped. Wifey was jealous as his tears were being wasted. She would normally make him cry into her cunt so should could feel wet again. Now, she was just a frigid old cunt rat. As in the words of a prominent female member, looks ridden hard and put away wet. A symbol of what alcohol can do to the human body. Honestly, in my opinion, she looks like a bucket of smashed crabs. That old pig Lix looks like a model compared this hog! A true Abo princess! Likes to cool off in a garbage bin filled with rainwater.

They moved the coffins to the backyard and started the ceremony. He had been reading up on Voodoo. He would also ask for the missing leg from the Indians to make her whole again. He knew their souls could be transferred. Burning the dolls was the only way to cleanse them after the Indian gang bang. In the middle of the ceremony, his mum called. He fucked up and transferred her soul into the dolls. A real bride of Chuckles. Or maybe payback for his horrible childhood. He poured several liters petrol into the coffees and wifey lit the Zippo.

Boom! The coffins lit up like Deepwater Horizon! The flames grew and grew engulfing the coffins and dolls. As he watched them burn, it reminded him of Raiders of the Lost Ark where the Nazi’s face melted. That made him even more sad as he is a confirmed Nazi and Jew hater. There will be no fourth Reich you simple piece of trash. The dolls were so filled with Indian leavings they were turning to liquid shit. Flames were nearly 3 meters high and the neighbors rang for fire service to respond. Upon arrival, the firemen were appalled at what they saw. Dousing the flames, the fire was quickly put out. What a fucking mess to clean up now! Coffins, half melted dolls, and a ton of water.

He sat there in silence as the police put handcuffs on him for arson.

What a fucking loser! Feed your family! Stop wasting money on a cock site! Uber driving cock boy!

Eat shit cunt! mongo Drink more poor man's vodka!
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you should have protected those dolls! What did they do to deserve this!?

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