Jambette woke up at 6am, as all normals do. As she stepped out of her bed (adorned with blankets featuring her huge ass lips) she raised her butt and shook her thing a little. Then she sniffed the air and frowned in disgust.
"Hmm, dis air don't smell right- imma make it better!" Jambette said as she waddled towards a shelf, her fat booty swishing. She lit a stick and then she put it in a tray (her face was printed onto the tray). She stood back and inhaled the sticky, sweet smell.
"Mmm hmm, dis be da smell of da pot."
Then she put some clothes on and went out.
Jambette sat on a tree stump in front of her ugly house and thought about what she should do that day. As she looked at the expanses of land in front of her, she noticed that something was amiss.
"Dat tree's in ma way. Nothing gets in the way of ma sexeh view. Imma complain to da mayor..."
Her plastic-surgery lips gaped in horror.
"Oh no. Not da mayor!" she gasped. "Anything but that red haired biatch!"
Mayor Goatari (also known as G), was downright weird. Sure, she was cute and all, but she was CRAZY for Jambette. Anyone with a sense of decency would clearly see how damn ugly Jambette was. Unfortunately, Goatari wasn't one of those people. Jambette was grateful for the fact that Goatari subscribed to her... youtube channel... But Goatari's also your average yandere girl- she confuses love with obsession and she can be really creepy.
If our ugly heroine went to Goatari's house, she would probably find Goatari at her computer drooling over some video of the flabby frog butt twerking for 10 hours or something.
"Oh mah gerd I have to go there. Even though that's da bitch- eugh!" Jambette waved her stubby arms in disgust and rose from the stump that was overheated by Jambette's butt.
"I ain't stripping for da bitch- nuh uh!" she said to herself as she weaved through trees and houses.