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Canada sucks, part 5999

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Nicely done!

Mongo make a wish for Holday is for Christmas story written for Mongo By Skittles and AngelOfDeath:


Twas a Saggy Granny Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas in the Florida dead heat,
In a trailer that smelled like old rotten ass and Charlies dead cut off feet.
The air hung so thick it could gag passing flies.
And the neighbors crossed streets just to avoid the smell of Saggy Granny’s old crusty fish pie.

Bill collectors knocked on the patched cardboard door.
Letters of past debt stapled upon it from when Saggys dead daddy dodged the first World war.
Saggy screamed lies she half-believed. “Your money is coming once Charlie’s Sears pension is received.”

The couch just like Charlie had no legs, the TV just snowed.
The trailer park toughs took bets on when the place would explode.

Saggy Granny paced, swatting flies off her rear.
Needing her Arby’s fix for the fouth time here.
Her shit encrusted Santa suit stuck to rolls much too small in size,
Smelled like hot garbage and an adult site forum filled with copy/paste lies.

Mongo sat still, eyes buggy and wide,
On furlough from the hospital where they tried to cure his tumor filled hide.
His bracelet still clung like it knew he’d return, his asshole pulsing red and covered with chemo burns.

Saggy Granny slithered like a snail leaving old lady slime across sticky tile,
Trailing a smell like she had not bathed in a long while.
She reeked of old ass, pits, failure and despair,
Toilet ghosts tangled deep in her back pussy hair.

The Home Depot toilet bucket was staged with great care,
Behind a shower curtain held up by a old broken lawn chair.
Charlie lay grumbling, Natty Ice in his grip,
Dreaming of prepubescent girls and taking a sip.

When out by the Rogue there arose such a clatter,
Charlie yelled at Saggy that she was due a hit to the noggin with the frying pan if she didn’t check what was the matter.
Outside the trailer came flashing red, blue,and white,
Charlie said, “NOT AGAIN,” thinking of Leeroy taking his ass in the cell that one cold dreary wet night.

Charlie rolled through yelling, his Natty Ice warm.
Cursing his luck and the day he rode a door to freedom in the eye of a storm.
He called the police names he will not now claim. His legs tossed to the side, and his cock limp with shame.

Blue lights bloomed through the busted trailer blinds. Broccoli in the midst of a seizure induced by the lights bouncing off her Saggy Granny's behind.

Dragged out screaming, beer spilling free,
Charlie vanished into Police custody.

Then the door creaked open—slow, deliberate, wrong—
And LADARIUS entered, humming a an old negro spiritual song.

A pimp from the seventies decked out in clothes from a goodwill donation bin,
Polyester suit stretched tight a gold tooth in his grin .
Yelling at Saggy, Now ho where ya been?”

He surveyed the room like it owed him rent,
A trial of Arbys Beef n Cheddar wrapper’s, his money was spent.

A seventies pimp dragged from the wrong decade’s grave,
Polyester loud, eyes flat and depraved.

Cheap cologne flooded the trailer in waves,
A choking mix of rot like Saggys dead daddy’s grave.
He smiled like he knew everyone’s weakness by smell,
Saggys asshole clenched knowing the next couple hours would be hell.

Saggy Granny leaned towards him, desperate and weak,
Said, “YOU LOOK JUST LIKE GEROME,” her voice a barely a squeak.

Ladarius smiled like he’d heard that before.
He always had. They all look alike, that was fo sho.

Then something scraped softly outside the tin,
A wet dragging sound, slow and thin.
Mongo looked up, heart ticking wrong,
As a shadow stretched unnaturally long.

Through the busted blinds, glowing red light bled,
Not warm.
Not kind.
Just sickly and dead.

The donkey that attacked Saggy stood there in the trailer parks brown mud,
Hide patchy, ribs sharp, eyes gone dull with blood.
His nose burned red like an infected sore,
Lighting up Saggys squishy downy face like police cruisers lights on a two dollar whore.

Far away in a cell smelling like piss and shame,
Carlitos dreamed he still mattered, and Charlie was his American name.
In his dream he had legs — cruel, fast, mean —
He chased naked schoolgirls through half-remembered scenes.

The girls ran laughing just out of his grasp,
His two inch knob hard and ready, his pants at half mast.
And just when he thought his reality was more than a dream,
Charlie woke up choking on a scream.

Charlie screamed until his throat went raw,
He woke up alone with nothing at all.
No legs. No beer. No rage left to spend.
Just a prison sentence humming like it would never end.

Back at the trailer the donkey stood there, ribs sharp, hide torn,
A Christmas mascot dead, stripped and worn.
His nose burned red like Mongos infected Cancer ass. Like a conglomeration of Saggys Christmas's past.

Just when they thought this Christmas couldn’t get any worse,
Rhanda-Lynn came in pulling a .22 clean and quite from her purse.

One sharp crack split the air thin and fast,
The sound scared Saggy and she squeaked brown goo from her ass.

Saggy Granny shuffled forward the ass of her Santa Suit all soggy and wet,
Trailing her stench like unpaid old debts.
She reeked of toilet gravy, sour grease, and decay,
Like a turtle cage boiled and left out all day.

“WELL LOOK AT THAT !” Saggy yelled, “AINT SANTA SO SWEET?
DON’T WORRY ‘BOUT CHRISTMAS DINNER, WE GOT US SOME MEAT.”

Saggy laughed like it solved every problem at once,
Like hunger was holy and mercy was dunce.
Her breath rolled thick, a hot spoiled wave,
While Ladarius nodded like this made them brave.

Rhanda Lynn stared, purse still warm at her side,
Bosom rising heavy, stomach churning at the thought of a dinner of dead donkey hide.

Although Broccoli was a vegatable she learned something that day-
No low is to low when your family’s depraved.


cat52! cunt!

🎶 “Saggy Granny’s Coming to Town” 🎶
(holiday parody, trailer-park edition)

Verse 1
You better lock up the beer,
You better hide your cash,
You better pray the mall’s insured,
‘Cause Saggy’s on her last.
She smells like smoke and fryer grease,
Her boots stick to the ground,
She’s broke, she’s late, she’s deeply stressed —
Saggy Granny’s coming to town.

Chorus
She’s chain-smokin’,
She’s broke again,
She’s eating meat she never found,
She knows who’s naughty,
She don’t care why —
Saggy Granny’s coming to town.

Verse 2
She’s working Santa overtime,
Behind a plywood sleigh,
Her beard fell off, her belt gave up,
She still showed up anyway.
She’s flammable from syrup shots,
Her bra’s a liquor stash,
If the tree catches fire again
She’ll say, “That wasn’t my ash.”

Chorus
She’s chain-smokin’,
She’s side-eyeing kids,
She’s watching security cams,
She’ll wrap your gifts in grocery bags
And duct tape from her hands.
Bridge (spoken)
“Now listen here…
Christmas is expensive,
HR’s mad,
And if Chongo asks —
You didn’t see nothin’.”

Final Verse
She won’t get paid ‘til after Christmas,
Charlie wants his beer,
The Natty Ice needs wrapping bows
And she’s already near tears.
So leave out snacks, not milk and cookies,
Maybe cash instead,
And keep your tree watered overnight
Or Saggy’s seeing red.

Final Chorus
She’s chain-smokin’,
She’s barely fed,
She’s still somehow around,
She survived the mall, the fire, the mess —

Saggy Claus is coming to town!

Notice Cat has not replied to my post- that included racist and homophobic comments she wrote!

Nasty old rat cunt!

the "cruise director" They all got fucked if they used this old cunt.

are you a fake profile of cat52!

Yer mama, she sure does like Arby's!

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Mongo make a wish for Holday is for Christmas story written for Mongo By Skittles and AngelOfDeath:


Twas the night before Christmas in the Florida dead heat,
In a trailer that smelled like old rotten ass and Charlies dead cut off feet.
The air hung so thick it could gag passing flies.
And the neighbors crossed streets just to avoid the smell of Saggy Granny’s old crusty fish pie.

Bill collectors knocked on the patched cardboard door.
Letters of past debt stapled upon it from when Saggys dead daddy dodged the first World war.
Saggy screamed lies she half-believed. “Your money is coming once Charlie’s Sears pension is received.”

The couch just like Charlie had no legs, the TV just snowed.
The trailer park toughs took bets on when the place would explode.

Saggy Granny paced, swatting flies off her rear.
Needing her Arby’s fix for the fouth time here.
Her shit encrusted Santa suit stuck to rolls much too small in size,
Smelled like hot garbage and an adult site forum filled with copy/paste lies.

Mongo sat still, eyes buggy and wide,
On furlough from the hospital where they tried to cure his tumor filled hide.
His bracelet still clung like it knew he’d return, his asshole pulsing red and covered with chemo burns.

Saggy Granny slithered like a snail leaving old lady slime across sticky tile,
Trailing a smell like she had not bathed in a long while.
She reeked of old ass, pits, failure and despair,
Toilet ghosts tangled deep in her back pussy hair.

The Home Depot toilet bucket was staged with great care,
Behind a shower curtain held up by a old broken lawn chair.
Charlie lay grumbling, Natty Ice in his grip,
Dreaming of prepubescent girls and taking a sip.

When out by the Rogue there arose such a clatter,
Charlie yelled at Saggy that she was due a hit to the night with the frying pan if she didn’t check what was the matter.
Outside the trailer came flashing red, blue,and white,
Charlie said, “NOT AGAIN,” thinking of Leeroy taking his ass in the cell that one cold dreary wet night.

Charlie rolled through yelling, his Natty Ice warm.
Cursing his luck and the day he rode a door to freedom in the eye of a storm.
He called the police names he will not now claim. His legs tossed to the side, and his cock limp with shame.

Blue lights bloomed through the busted trailer blinds. Broccoli in the midst of a seizure induced by the lights bouncing off her Saggy Granny's behind.

Dragged out screaming, beer spilling free,
Charlie vanished into Police custody.

Then the door creaked open—slow, deliberate, wrong—
And LADARIUS entered, humming a an old negro spiritual song.

A pimp from the seventies decked out in clothes from a goodwill donation bin,
Polyester suit stretched tight a gold tooth in his grin .
Yelling at Saggy, Now ho where ya been?”

He surveyed the room like it owed him rent,
A trial of Arbys Beef n Cheddar wrapper’s, his money was spent.

A seventies pimp dragged from the wrong decade’s grave,
Polyester loud, eyes flat and depraved.

Cheap cologne flooded the trailer in waves,
A choking mix of rot like Saggys dead daddy’s grave.
He smiled like he knew everyone’s weakness by smell,
Saggys asshole clenched knowing the next couple hours would be hell.

Saggy Granny leaned towards him, desperate and weak,
Said, “YOU LOOK JUST LIKE GEROME,” her voice a barely a squeak.

Ladarius smiled like he’d heard that before.
He always had. They all look alike, that was fo sho.

Then something scraped softly outside the tin,
A wet dragging sound, slow and thin.
Mongo looked up, heart ticking wrong,
As a shadow stretched unnaturally long.

Through the busted blinds, glowing red light bled,
Not warm.
Not kind.
Just sickly and dead.

The donkey that attacked Saggy stood there in the trailer parks brown mud,
Hide patchy, ribs sharp, eyes gone dull with blood.
His nose burned red like an infected sore,
Lighting up Saggys squishy downy face like police cruisers lights on a two dollar whore.

Far away in a cell smelling like piss and shame,
Carlitos dreamed he still mattered, and Charlie was his American name.
In his dream he had legs — cruel, fast, mean —
He chased naked schoolgirls through half-remembered scenes.

The girls ran laughing just out of his grasp,
His two inch knob hard and ready, his pants at half mast.
And just when he thought his reality was more than a dream,
Charlie woke up choking on a scream.

Charlie screamed until his throat went raw,
He woke up alone with nothing at all.
No legs. No beer. No rage left to spend.
Just a prison sentence humming like it would never end.

Back at the trailer the donkey stood there, ribs sharp, hide torn,
A Christmas mascot dead, stripped and worn.
His nose burned red like Mongos infected Cancer ass. Like a conglomeration of Saggys Christmas's past.

Just when they thought this Christmas couldn’t get any worse,
Rhanda-Lynn came in pulling a .22 clean and quite from her purse.

One sharp crack split the air thin and fast,
The sound scared Saggy and she squeaked brown goo from her ass.

Saggy Granny shuffled forward the ass of her Santa Suit all soggy and wet,
Trailing her stench like unpaid old debts.
She reeked of toilet gravy, sour grease, and decay,
Like a turtle cage boiled and left out all day.

“WELL LOOK AT THAT !” Saggy yelled, “AINT SANTA SO SWEET?
DON’T WORRY ‘BOUT CHRISTMAS DINNER, WE GOT US SOME MEAT.”

Saggy laughed like it solved every problem at once,
Like hunger was holy and mercy was dunce.
Her breath rolled thick, a hot spoiled wave,
While Ladarius nodded like this made them brave.

Rhanda Lynn stared, purse still warm at her side,
Bosom rising heavy, stomach churning at the thought of a dinner of dead donkey hide.

Although Broccoli was a vegatable she learned something that day-
no low is to low when your family’s depraved




cat52!

Fuck you Cat!

Cunt looks like an old Arby's roast beef and cheddar sandwich! Nasty!

Blond- turn you upside down, and you are a brunette with bad breath!

Nasty pig! cat52!

Explain that you wear a KKK uniform and hate Jews and gays? Stupid cunt, fuck you! cat52!

bibi52! You are correct- Cat is a known racist- She keeps changing her profile to hide her foul behavior

Saggy is too retarded to come up with any original content!

You stupid cunt- you literally are posting here- Did you get electrocuted this weekend?

Fucking Saggy Granny- A 68 IQ Somali is smarter than you!

Did you have a stroke Cat and are unable to type? '


Old cunt.

We have tried to get Cat the help she needs- she refused

Stupid old cunt- cat52!

Number of members whom PITBULL has blacklisted: 0


He has ZERO people blocked! Tell more lies you old cunt.

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Other parts posted in my blogs!

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Nasty old rat cunt Saggy Granny

Is Gerome out of prison? He has been up in Parchman for years now!

Or is this a new black man that she will pretend to not hate? Her racist history here... oh my!

Dirty Cat Facts and Stats


1. She is old as dirt- Only the blind, desperate, and defects would look at her nasty gash

2. Charlie, her dirt bird husband, is a registered sex offender. He fondled and touched a young girl. Disgusting.

3. Her grand-daughter is a cerebral palsy retard. A victim of inbred behavior and being shaken like a martini

4. Her own son, who survived being speared by a coat hanger abortion, has ass cancer. Circling the drain.

5. Saggy has been caught in multiple lies- her fake heart surgery etc... and telling everyone the site and others made Charlie leave her- Another major lie. Or Who would pick a cock site over their spouse!?

6. She is poor and uneducated- FACTS

7. Her son Mongo- is rotting away with ass cancer.


Just a disgusting pig cunt. lol

cat52!

Weak cunt- Banning/blocking is for donkeys-

I heard a member here is going to decorate her daddy's grave with something she will never forget! Just in time for xmas!

Now now, Saggy. We all know you tried to yank Mongo out of your ratty cunt with the coat hanger, but this is ridiculous. Especially as he sits with... or maybe not sits... with stage IV ass cancer! Disgusting pig.

Spend more time with Mongo and less time on a cock and cunt site! FFS.

He left because your cunt reeks and you are old

Looks like your fat saggy ass Cat!

Old rat!

lookatmine2 HOWLING




Anti-Cat is the only position to have on this site. She is full of shit, hate, and lies!

thanks for promoting my blogs, cunt cat!

Private as in her life sucks ass!

cat52! Is Charlie getting you domestic violence \ for Xmas again?

the most disgusting member on this site is Cat- her and her sex offender husband can both eat a bag of shaved ass hairs!

I would stop spending money on a membership here cunt- You will need that money for Richey

Vote now!

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bjuk

Please stop deleting your fake profiles!

Don't worry- old cunt- we will

How is ass cancer Richy doing?

cat52! How is ass cancer man doing?

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We can post his booking pic- I know someone that has it

Hotdogs- too fancy for the SEARS pension welfare rat

Fuck you cat!



Stupid cunt cat52!

Racist, homophobic, and anti-semitic

Pizza lass

Your husband should be in jail... a scummy cunt

And maybe ring the beggers bell for Mongo... ass cancer

Eat your own ass Cat- you brought this all on yourself- Your playing the victim here is a dead stick.



Just delete from this site and spare everyone.

cut and paste cunt- you are a moron.

hard4u2handle

This is a major fucking ASSHOLE!

cat52! Dumb bitch

If I were you and I had or was expecting a pension from Sears — I would treat it as a backup or “maybe-get-something” benefit, not as a main retirement plan. The odds are too uncertain.

You might get something from PBGC, but likely less than what you expected. If you can, rely instead on diversified personal savings / investment accounts for retirement — or view any pension money from Sears as a bonus, not a foundation.

Charlie's piss stain pension... is fucked!

My portfolio is looking great... and border jumpers getting sent home!