It was a bright cold day in April, and the

It was a bright cold day in April, and the Mickey Mouse clock was striking thirteen.

being the angel she was destined to be. It had been so long since the initiation ceremony, however, and even longer since she'd seen her father. She sighed and rolled again, hoping

that this time her wings would unfurl as they were meant to. She was falling far enough that it could hurt if they didn't open. She was an angel or at least she was going to be whe

n she finally opened her wings for the first time. And since she was falling pretty fast, she really wanted them to open right then. But they didn't, and she fell into Hades, where

an incontinence possessed the God. "My lad" Hades spoke. "Or my lass, shall we say". "My dog Hades has gone to visit the Christianized version of hell". The winged figure

shuddered as another wave of incontinence rushed through it. "Some 'god'," I snorted to myself. "You know that as a god, I can read your mind," it snapped as it rushed off to the

spectacle that was my ruin, my Waterloo. It happened to actually be Waterloo but in Iowa. At the truckstop, the Flying J. In the parking lot with a lot lizard & her friend, nee, pi

lates, "PILATES McFABULOUS" to be more exact, which she wore emblazoned across her voluminous butt cheeks encased in plush purple velour. And here was the best place to showcase he

r magnificent mansion to all, the mansion she had built with the tax money of the many peasants she had crushed to ascend to such a high state. All gasped at the almighty splendor.