Now hot to use lad banguage, courtesy of Bonnie Rarker:
This is the story of Rindercella and her sugly isters.
Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion.
worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling
At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered.
The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary
and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible
huckers;they had fetty sweet and fetty swannies. The sugly isters
tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let
Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared.
Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She
turned a pumpkin and six mite wice 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 dimnlight
there would be a cucking falamity.
At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when
suddenly the clock struck twelve. "Mist all chucking frighty!!!"
Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so
her slass glipper.
The very next day the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door
the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her
and let off a fig bart. "Who's fust jarted??" asked the prandsome
"Blame that fugly ucker over there!!" said Mary Hinge. When the
stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both
sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk.
Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a
knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge
halls and a hig bard on.
He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking
Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince
lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a