Where want to start my story is when my Dad married this phony after Mom died. Now I’ve got two crumby step-sisters, who aren’t exactly on the pretty side, and they make me work in the goddamn kitchen. I mean for Christmas, they make me work in my own goddamn kitchen. So anyway, this guy came over and invited them to some dance. I guess he was some sort of prince or something. Well didn’t feel like being lousy and depressed all night so went to the dance to. It was full of jerks. Mean these guys were real snobs.
This one guy was practically on top of me for God’s sake. It was that phony the Prince. So I danced with the guy, I’m not sure why, him being such a snob and all. Then it was midnight and didn’t much feel like sticking around. On my way out my goddamn shoe fell off. I mean that’s the last thing need right now for Christmas. Any. Pay the Prince came over and picked it up. Guess he was some kind of peer or something. Didn’t want to talk to him or anything, so I got out of there like a bat out of hell. The next day the peer comes to my goddamn house with my goddamn hoe.
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He tries to put it on those dopes, my sisters. It doesn’t fit. Of course it doesn’t fit for Christmas. I mean look at those feet. They look like some sort of clown feet or something. Any idiot can tell it doesn’t fit. This Prince guy isn’t too bright. Any*Pay, he comes over to me a puts it on, that’s when he asked to marry me. I turned him down. Didn’t want to be rude or anything but he was such a goddamn phony. They’re all goddamn phonies, the Prince, my sisters, my step-mom, all Of them. Think really kind of hate this place.