Rasputin licked the powdered sugar from Marie

Rasputin licked the powdered sugar from Marie Laveau's chin. "What shall we do with the people of earth, ma cherie? They are so depressingly easy to mesmerize. What is to be done?"
"Let's give them some impossible task, have them do a little dance for our entertainment." She giggled, making her wild eyebrows sway in the moonlight. Rasputin cleared
the palace grounds so he could get down to some serious business tonight. She had less hair on her face than the others, and seriously Bi-tendencies, so Rasputin thumped his
razor out of his forehead and started shaving her face. Rasputin had always hated hairy ladies, but the last one he'd tried to shave, had martial arted his razor in his forehead.
So he decided he'd stab this hairy lady to make up for it. She screamed louder than humans are supposed to as she bled to death. Rasputin smiled.
But that was not just some hairy lady, you see. That was my mother. And that is why I, Vidal Sassoon, shall exact my revenge on Rasputin the very next time he comes into my
Australian themed pool party. I usually hold my parties once a month but since Rasputin is in town I will close the hair salon early and hold a second Australian themed pool party.
We slapped some prawns on the barbie, cracked some tinnies and welcomed Rasputin poolside. He started screaming about assassins, the Neva and
stuff. I stood there by the pool, disputin' Rasputin's tootin' until I was bootin' his falootin' patootey into the pool. People around me were a-rootin', and Rasputin was
refutin' his drowning. And then he drowned. ...in'.

Started: 2011-07-16 21:00:38
Finished: 2013-03-31 20:17:25

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