story that brings my problem out of the closet John Ritter JR firstname.lastname@example.org
Rindercella the dyslexic princess Rindercella and her sugly isters lived ina marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard - frubbing scloors, emptying poss pits and shivelling shot. At the end of the day she was nucking fackered.
The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge andthe other was called Betty Swollocks. They were really forrible uckers andhad fetty sweet and fetty swannies.
The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball but the cotton runts wouldn't let Rindercella go. Suddenly there was a bucking fang and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking
She turned a pumpkin and six mite whice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnight otherwise there would be a cucking falamity.
At the ball Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenlythe clock struck twelve."For suck's fake!" yelled Rindercella as she ran out, tripping barse over ollocks and dropping her slass glipper.
Next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly ister let him in. Suddenly Betty Swollocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart.
"Who's fust jarted?" asked the prandsome hince. "Blame that fugly ucker over there," said Mary Hinge. When the brinking stown cloud had lifted the prandsome hince tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success. Their feet stucking fank. Betty Swollocks was ducking fisgusted
and gave the prandsome hince a nack in the kickers. This was not difficult has he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard-on.
He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly. They were married. The hince lived his life in lucking fuxury and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny. And they lived happily ever after...
and you htought I just has a problem spelling!!!!
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