Terri Schiavo, Lived by the Cock, Died by the Cock. By Droslow @ SnakePeople.net

Before reading this, you should know that this story is fiction.. its made up. It was made for entertainment purposes.. to make you laugh. If discusting sexuality makes you sick, then turn back now. By being on this website in the first place you must be 21, and by entering you agree to that. You also agree to never spread this story as it is copywrited. Remember, make believe. Not real, just funny. Now enjoy.

Dear loyal Snakepeeps, I hereby submit my testimony to the ongoing

Terri Schiavo media coverage. I am currently attending Ms Schiavo and have a

confession to make.

Sometimes on my days off I would come into work and i would walk into Terris

room and lay a flower on her chest and just kiss her forehead and wipe the

drool from her mouth, thinking how utterly beautiful she is. I would then

change her underwear and when I peeled back the frothy scum filled panties

from her scum encrusted clit I would smile and give her a wink and reassure

her that things were going to be ok.

About 3 years ago her and I concieved a child of our love, a beautiful baby

girl which I named Tasty. I hid the pregnancy and delivered the child myself

and snuck her out of the hospital. I loved Tasty just as much as Terri, as a

matter of fact we did all the same things together. Sometimes I would let

her lick oatmeal out of Terri's cornhole and drink of her tainted milk. I

would also let Tasty give Terri the cum out of her mouth after I forced her

to suck my dick and lick my asshole after I took a shit. I tried to graft

bat wings on Tasty because I like fairies and Tasty is my little fairy.. My

little tasty fairy. Unfortunately it did not work out for poor Tasty, the

wings did not make her fly. Her maiden voyage into the great beautiful sky

from the top of my twenty-four story apartment building lasted by moments. I

did not cry and I did not weep then for I had seen that God himself had

delivered me a purpose for Tasty.

I put the limp corpse under my arm, knowing I was in for a treat. After

arriving home, I placed the dead baby in a pot of rancid diarrhea, smegma,

and menstrual discharge to act as a tenderizer. I let the child sit over

night and took the next day off of work to prepare my masterpiece. The

tenderizer did its job well- the child's body was rank with body fluids and

tender to the touch of my penis head. I sliced up onions, celery, pickles,

and other various vegetables and sauteed them in butter. The most important

step was to defecate into my crock pot. I let loose with a vile stream of

liquishit that filled the pot almost half full. I added the vegetables as

well as the baby itself. The baby sat in the crock pot for 12 hours before

it was finally done. I got out my best china and set the table for two. My

girlfriend would be arriving soon. I set the baby on a serving plate and

began to carve. I made sure to save the brain and genitals, as these are my

favorite parts. I set the ribs aside for real "baby back" ribs later that

week. My girl and I ate the tard child in one of the most romantic evenings

I have ever had. Later that night, she was feeling extremely horny (baby

meat is an aphrodisiac). I took the cooked arm and used it as a dildo on her

wet twat.

For ten years now I have begun a daily ritual with her. At first I would

just talk to her about the weather, politics and cheese but it grew.. oh how

it grew. It all started with an innocent caress inside her asshole as I was

cleaning her.. then I don't know what happened but I was rubbing chap stick

on her lips with the tip of my dick. Here I will go into detail about the

acts I perpetrated on her during the last few years. I feel very vindicated

by doing this since the love of my loins is going to die (Thankfully, she's

really starting to smell.)

In the past 10 years I have:

Given her 642 Golden Showers, 874 Pearl Necklaces and some 1295 Purple

Mushrooms. Also 52 Jelly Donuts, 32 Dogs In A Bathtub, Forced her to toss my

salad about 591 1/2 times(as we were rudely interupted by my girlfriend who

wanted to take over halfway through, to add she is not as good as Terri with

her wildly flailing tongue and probing, knowing, eyes.)

Performed over 237 Hot Lunches on her before going home at night, given her

233 New York Style Tacos, 21 Tuna Melts, 15 Chili Dogs, 8 Glass Bottom Boats

(which I do not think contributed to her current retarted state), 2

Snowmobile's (Which may or may not have caused certain injuries to her

person).

Some people may call me sick or perverse but I loved her, I loved her

drooling orificies, I loved the smells, I loved fucking her retarted ass

into oblivion. I pounded that ass like I was making Hamburger helper for a

college campus full of starving kids.

All I want from Mr. Schiavo is that he let me eat the one love in my life.

This is my entreaty.

Hot lunch: While receiving head from a woman, you proceed to shit on her chest.

Jelly Donuts: Just punch her in the nose while you are getting head.

Dogs In a Bathtub: This is a proper name for when you attempt to insert your

nuts into a girl's ass.

New York Style Taco: Anytime when you are so drunk that when you go down,

you boot on her box.

Tuna Melt: You're down on a chick lapping away and discover that it just

happens to be the time of the month. By no means do you stop though. When

the whale spews, tartar sauce with a hint of raspberry smothers your face.

Chili Dog: You take a shit on a girl's tits and then proceed to titty fuck her.

Glass Bottom Boat: Putting saran wrap over your partners face and proceeding

to lay a hot shit there.

Snowmobile: When getting a girl while she's on all fours, sweep out her arms

so she falls on her face.