Chelsea was sentence to a year at the home

Chelsea was sentence to a year at the home for wayward farmgirls. She was whey too boarish. And her jokes! Too much corn for anyone's ears. She didn't give a flock. Bossy,

let her milk it for everything it was worth, but Chelsea had been an udder disappointment to her farmer parents. She was a bad seed cum rotten apple. Bossy spoiled her and buttered

her up. Chelsea was a bovinial beauty with milky thighs, just like her mother Bossy, yet Chelsea had a bullish attitude more like her father, when it came to her

choice in interns she always chose chubby and tacky. That was from Daddy's side. In fact, her grandma had been the tacky intern of that "no count" grandfather of hers. She wanted

to divorce him but that would never have been tolerated. Only one thing for it; Call the

schoolmaster! Worm, your honor, the evidence before the court is incontrovertible, there's no need for the jury to retire. Tear down the wall. We'll teach this bastard a lesson he

will soon forget. The Judge looked at the Jury of children. They were all chanting "We don't need no constipation, we don't need no stool control". He hammeerd his gavel and said

"Enough of this dark sarcasm. What is your verdict?" But the child jurors just made fart noises and sang, "Hey, preachers, leave us kids alone!" The judge tried to restore order by

threatening to take away their pudding if they didn't eat their meat. The children glared at the judge and then went into deliberation. The ruling they gave the preachers was

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