Jenny_Jackson
Psycho Bitch
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- Jul 8, 2006
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I've struggled with this for some days now. But it seems I cannot resist. After a lot of soul searching and thought, I've decided to kill Harry Dick (and his Cock).
I know this will shock many of you, but I see not choice. Harry has been too much fun, but he's also interfered with more important works I have going.
So, with that in mind, this is the beginning of the story, I am writting to say good bye to that dear character forever.
Sorry, but that's the way it is.
I know this will shock many of you, but I see not choice. Harry has been too much fun, but he's also interfered with more important works I have going.
So, with that in mind, this is the beginning of the story, I am writting to say good bye to that dear character forever.
Even though she held a ruffled hanky to her eyes, a tear dripped down Maria Torres’ cheek and dripped, then ran between her ample cleavage. “Oh, Harry. I already miss you so much,” she wailed.
Police Inspector “Boney” Malone spotted Maria from the rear door of the “Lonesome Dove Funeral Chapel and Off Track Betting Parlor.” He moved solemnly to her and sat next to her on the pew, placing his arm around her shoulders as if to comfort her. Actually, he was just trying to peek down the front of her low-cut, black mourning dress to see if he could catch a glimpse of her dark brown nipples.
Maria leaned over to rest her head on Boney’s shoulder while she continued to wail. “Oh, Jenny, why? Why?”
The insane porn writer, Jenny Jackson sat in the pew behind Maria trying to look innocent, acting as if she hadn’t written Maria’s dialogue for her. Jenny was glad to see the minister from the Church of the Immaculate Blow Job had finally arrived.
After slowly mounting the lectern, the minister raised his hands towards the heavens and intoned, “Friends, this is, indeed, a sad day. Before us lies the remains of the…um…famous detective, Harry Dick.”
There was a short commotion in the front row as one of the assembled cops slipped up to the lectern and whispered to the minister.
“Um…Yes. That would be Harry Dick and his cock,” the minister corrected. Then off to the side in a low voice he said, “Does this mean I get paid extra for a double?”
Sorry, but that's the way it is.