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My Real Mother - The Bitch My mother was a bitch. She pulled me out of her blood-saturated twat, spanked my bare ass and threw me at my grandmother, right in the delivery room. My grandmother's angelic, white dress was stained with the bitch's diseased blood - stains that would not wash out until I was twenty-five years old. My father - must have seen this coming. He left before I was squeezed out of my mother's greedy, slimy box. Even as an infant I could not stand that tuna fish and vinegar stench. Every time I went to the supermarket and passed the feminine hygiene products I would tremble. When I caught sight of the douche kits I would run like a dog in the rain who is afraid of the thunder and used to hiding under beds when the lightening hits. I was the first of three rabid, sickly animals that entered this world from that polluted tunnel of sewage. But - I am the only one who survived. My mother's mother became the only mother I ever knew. The best thing The bitch ever did was give birth to me. Everything else she has ever done including having the other two litters was of Satan.
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