The Dorothy Years: Halloween Special
So anyways Dorothy took a break from her shitty cunt story and went in flashback.
She remebered the days when her biggest problem was when she stapled her dick to her tit.
No, No. Now she has to deal with all this extra-realm crap. Fuck that shit. Anyways there was one
Memory Dorothy will never forget. It was Halloween night and everybody in Kansas were dressed as
Shitty rustic peasant farmers who are too poor to pay for their electric bill. Oh wait that's their
Normal Kansas selves. Well anyway, since nobody in Kansas could afford a costume, Dorothy went
To this one dude's house and knocked on his door. This old bitch come out. She said "SUCK MY
DECREPIT DUSTY-CRUSTY PUSSAY!". Then Dorothy responded with "Listen lady. I know you're old as
Pickle but you need to understand, I'm just trying to visit your son-". The old cunt interrupted her "YOU
CAN'T DATE MY SON, YOU ROTTEN WHOR-". Dorothy lashed "LISTEN YOU HAG, I AM GOING TO GET
MY FUCKING TINKERBELL PIXIESTICK AND STICK IT UP YOUR OLD CROAN ASS AND MAKE YOU BEG FOR
THE ORGASM YOU'VE BEENNHOLDING ON TO FOR YEARS." Dorothy then got her arm and
Falcon-punched the old woman in the nuts and she flew like a shitty rag doll.
Dorothy then preceded to the house and found that the guy she was looking for was actually
A rot pumpkin. Oh yeah, don't forget Dorothy has a piece of rotten French fry for a brain.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM HARPER LEE!