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Saggy plots revenge.

The Florida night was sweltering in the trailer park where the Saggy Granny resided. The Saggy Granny had been sweating all day and was fucking miserable. Her ass was all swampy, and the steam made the glue from her merkin run, getting mixed with sweat and stinging her ass pimples. Her snatch and ass wrinkles kept sticking to her Hefty trash bag branded girdle like burnt scrambled eggs sticking to the bottom of an un-greased skillet. It had been years since they could afford an air-conditioning unit.

First thing that morning the only functioning window in the sardine can she called home had gotten stuck. Saggy was cursing her miserable luck. Then Chuckles the ass-clown had gotten bad meat shits from the can of expired great value Spam they had eaten for breakfast. They had run all out of the plastic grocery bags they used for his diapers, so Saggy had to resort to using her only and also favorite t-shirt with duct tape that she had gotten at a Biden rally to swaddle his rotten bottom. It pissed her off something rotten to see Sleepy Joes slacken face over Charlies ass, his mouth perfectly aligned with Chucks asshole.

Charlie must have crapped himself six times that day and they didn’t have soap and their water had gotten turned off earlier in the year. Saggy had taken to gathering rain water and water from the Florida swamps, but it had been so hot and humid, the water had evaporated. So, she had to resort to using her beloved mountain dew to wash the shirt. This had caused the shirt to smell like shit scented fruity pebbles, and had instantly attracted a swarm of flies inside the trailer and buzzing all over old Charlie horse adding to the chaos inside. It was just another typical day here.

Charlie was crankier than normal and had been yelling profanities at Saggy. He had even managed to escape his high chair, falling to the old peeling linoleum floor. He then proceeded to scoot himself across like a snail leaving a trail of his grandpa goo everywhere over to where Saggy sat. He had wedged an empty bottle of Mountain Dew in his mouth and then used to bottle to savagely beat her knees, calves, and cankles severely. Being a double amputee, he hated anyone with functioning legs. Even Joe Biden’s legs were stronger. You would think that Charles would have some of the retard strength Mango had inherited, but he had gotten all of that from his mother.

Saggy screamed out bloody murder, and thankfully Rhanda-Lynn was able to hear her and bust inside the trailer, coming to her rescue. Together they were able to overpower the chicken nugget known as Charles, using the shirt from his ass and shoved it inside his mouth causing him to choke and pass out. Charlie was a known cuck but this was not the type of beating and humiliation he demanded.

Saggy, exhausted from the ordeal let out a sigh of relief as she tossed the unconscious Chuckles into a corner. Despite the challenges of extreme poverty, children born with many physical and mental handicaps, constant abuse, and having to pretend he wasn’t a sick child predator, she had stayed by his side and suffered. The last straw had been when he had gotten her kicked off her beloved cock and cunt site. Saggy knew she was at her breaking point, and was done. The cock site was the only thing keeping the Saggy Granny going. She might be in terrible danger at this point. But she only had her criminal scumbag husband to blame. Well, that and her own legendary ineptitude when she posted her driver’s license with her signature underneath her downy face pic.


Now that she finally had a moment to herself, Saggy was finally able to pull out her grandkids stolen school issued Chromebook, and opened a browser to the show it off forums. Saggy didn’t know jack shit about VPN, IP addresses, and data that is permanently stored to a solid-state drive. Charlie’s status as a sexual offender prohibited him, and those in his household from looking at porn, adult sites and having anything to do with children, yet they had ignored these rules constantly over the last 20 years. She figured as long as she didn’t have an account anymore, no one would be the wiser. Although she wasn’t able to interact in her beloved, and in her opinion much more popular forum threads; she was still able to read the posts. It really chapped her saggy ass to see all the lies and bullshit that was being spread about her and Chuckles.

How dare they act like she had been a bully! She had been the only one in the 15+ years of the sites history to ever stand up to the bullies and trolls, although she had been one of the biggest bullies herself. Saggy was famous for not living in reality. She was quick to try to post an anonymous hateful message on Bella’s page, but was blocked. She tried several more and was finally able to post her incoherent drivel on Phart’s page. She laughed to herself thinking about how mentally superior she was by outwitting the trolls Pitbull, Skittles, and AxCx by posting anonymously. There was no way no one would ever know it was really her.

She went back to the forums getting angrier and angrier by the second. She hated these people so much for what they had done to her by exposing her identity, and outing Woody as a sex offender. One day, and one day soon she would have her revenge! She was about to having a conniption over her threads being used as a litter box when she saw a post that caught her attention. Someone had said something about making money by delivering food. It gave her joy that her beloved forums not been regulated to being used as dumpster. Saggy felt wetness in her panties that didn't come from pee, her old lady slime, or infectious diseases for the first time since 1993.

Saggy quickly shut the lid on the Chromebook and shoved it back under the box that held Charlie’s work boots in the closet, knowing he would never bother to look for the Chromebook there. Charlie had not had a real job his entire life. Working as a tech at Sears was hardly glamorous! She then waddled her way out the trailer over to Rhanda-Lynn’s. She had a brilliant idea on how she could make some money and get her revenge, but she would need her friends help. She was a girl on fire! And not just the hot flashes from her post-menopausal cunt.

Rhanda-Lynn had seen Saggy heading her way out of her bathroom window. She decided to pretend she wasn’t home. Although she loved the old Saggy cunt, she was tired of getting pulled into her constant melodramatic hijinks. All she wanted was just one day of peace, no shenanigans, no site drama, no Saggy and no scummy Woody. Rhanda-Lynn needed to get real. As if that would ever happen. This was Saggy and the trailer park she was talking about here. Knowing Saggy would not stop pounding on her door, she sighed and decided to let her in. As soon as she opened the door, she knew her day would be fucked. She would also be on the hook for at least two meals at Arby’s. Rhanda-Lynn looked at her friend as she waddled inside. Like that bitch needs more fast food she giggled to herself.

Saggy was a bit envious as she entered Rhanda-Lynn’s trailer. Although she too had a trailer and was poorer than shit, her trailer was much nicer with an ancient window unit AC, and a few ceiling fans to help circulate the air. Saggy heaved her heavy body down onto the 60’s style orange and green flower pattern sofa, and then proceeded to pull her elastic waisted polyester pants away from her skin. This was a really bad idea, as her skin had become somewhat glued to her clothing like government cheese in a grilled cheese sandwich, except Saggy smelled moldier and was cheaper. She screamed as her skin peeled off cursing the sweat that dripped onto her sores. She wanted to cry cursing her ever shitty luck. Wondering what she had done to deserve her life. She briefly contemplated suicide, but the thought of getting revenge on those cock and cunt site trolls put that out of her mind for the moment.

Saggy was filled with rage and resentment. Those fucking cock site trolls and ruined her only joy in life. Posting content her libtard mind found on MSNBC (more like MSLSD) and other scummy sites. She had tried to be intelligent and relevant but that miserable cunt Sir-Skittles trashed her posts. He even made several new threads mocking her poorly named forum copied from Bella. That cunt Skittles was evil and relentless. Charlie reminded her daily what a fucking idiot she was for posting her drivers license. The reminder often included a beating with a cast-iron skillet. She had tried to make a come back but knew it meant Charlie would go back to jail. The cunt was so old he would likely die in jail.

Saggy drifted off into fantasy land, envisioning a life without the chicken nugget. She also thought back to the 90’s when he had been incarcerated, and all the truckers and drifters she had sucked off when she had her waitress job at Big Randys truck stop plaza. That had been the life. Coming home every day covered in penis pudding. The memories had gotten her feeling some type of way, and her musty minge was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. Although she had been up on bricks like Tecsans broken down firebird for the last 20 years; Saggy had remembered what it had felt like to be stuffed full of different cocks on a daily basis leaving her meat wallet looking like a bulldog in a wind tunnel. Old Woody couldn’t get it up unless he was thinking about their disabled grandchildren or large black men named Barry sitting on the side of the bed.

She quickly told Rhanda-Lynn of her plans to become an Uber delivery driver or something like that. She had heard she could make upwards to 200 bucks a day and she would be able to steal food! Dollar signs appeared over her head and she giggled like a school girl. $200 was more money than she had made in the last 5 years of canning. With delusions of grandeur Saggy started to envision all she could do with $200 a day. Rhanda-Lynn snorting at her fantasy was quick to dose her fire with a bucket of toilet water.

1. Saggy would need to pass a criminal and drivers background check. Living with a known felon and Sexual Offender since Nixon was in office automatically was a no-no for the background. She would have to commit fraud to pass. Or would have to suck off the background investigator. She had hoped that the last one would be a reality. It had been a long time since she had anything other than Woody’s dirty Vienna sausage in her mouth.

2. Saggy would need a running car, and insurance. Although she had been qualified for the first earlier in the year, a base model Chevy Equinox that was being searched for by the repo man for being 6 months delinquent; Saggy and Rhanda-Lynn had pushed it in a swamp because it wouldn’t start. The dementia addled brain granny failed to realize you had to put fuel in it, and it had failed to start because it didn’t have gas. This was also Saggy, and you now, she couldn’t even afford state minimum insurance. Getting a new car was out of the question. With their loan being charged off and her 390 credit score made that impossible.

3. You needed to have a working android or iPhone in order to download an app so she could drive and take orders. All Saggy had was an old government issued smart phone that she got when Obama was in office. She was lucky that thing got her on the internet and made calls, there was no way it was in any condition to download an app. An Obama phone was even worse than a pre-paid tracphone that KNJ used to have. At least before her husband found it and gave her beating while Michael69 howled while he recorded it!


Feeling defeated Saggy pouted giving Rhanda-Lynn a pathetic help me look. Thinking this would endure her, it just made her downy face even downier and like she was stroking out. Saggy begged and begged for Rhanda-Lynn to help her by using her phone and car, but Rhanda-Lynn held steady in her refusal. She was tired of putting herself on the line for Saggys shenanigans.

Saggy, feeling broken pleaded one more time. “Then help me find a way to get a car and around the background and insurance requirement.” Rhanda-Lynn shook her head, not knowing what Saggy expected from her. It wasn’t as if she was captain save a hoe. Feeling exasperated Rhanda-Lynn told her to ask her off brand kids, knowing how much they despised their mom. They also had their own problems. Like her entire family was one ailment from being on their own charity telethon. Known grifters and uneducated cunts.

Saggy was quick to shoot that idea down. Her eldest sons had quit having anything to do with her once they had learned about Charlie and his child predator status. Her daughter couldn’t give a shit less, even allowing Chuckles to sleep in the bed with his palsy ridden granddaughter and ride around in her wheelchair with her, was out due to the fact that she had several felony prostitution and drug trafficking convictions.

This left Mongo. Her beloved son she had tried to abort so many times. The coat hangers, the pills that she purchased from Mexico, and Charlie punching her stomach. Mongo was a true survivor. I mean, the cunt was damaged at birth and could barely spell his name but he was the best option.

All of sudden Saggy started grinning from ear to ear! Mongo was perfect as he would have no ties to Chuckles on the background check seeing as Chuck had refused to acknowledge him as a son, and Mongo did not have his last name. Instead was given the name Mongo Theodore Tchir after his draft dodging and deserter grandpa. He worked for the state as well. His insurance was in danger of being cancelled for non-payment but she wasn’t worried. Mongo had also recently gotten a brand-new truck that he rarely drove because he worked upwards to 75 hours a week and used the DOT’s vehicle. Best of all with his limited intellect and Mommy issues he would be easy to manipulate. For the first time since the 70’s, Saggy thanked god for the hanger missing its target.

Saggy made plans to go visit Mongo. He had moved his trailer after their last blow up but mommy knew best. As she started to waddle her way out to drive over with Rhanda-Lynn, she noticed a man lurking in the park. Holy fuck she was shaking and sweating. Who was it? Someone from the cock site? The repo man? Bill collector? Or maybe it was an investigator from the parole office. Saggy had to take a nervous dump and went into Rhanda-Lynn’s toilet to unleash hell. Rhanda-Lynn went outside to get away from the smell and the sounds. It would be at least 45 minutes before she could go back inside. She just hoped her toilet wasn’t clogged and overflowing. Fat chance!

It was at this point the Lady KAT turned aside to speak to Linda, “Unlock one of the detention rooms, Darling.  I’ve decided to keep our new ‘guest’ with us indefinitely.  He obviously needs a series of unforgettable lessons about showing proper respect to members of the opposite sex.” “You can’t keep me here!” Don protested in disbelief.  “I have responsibilities,” he argued.  “I have a job at the Casa Real Estate Office to perform!” “You DID have a job, but not any longer,” KAT informed Don, “You’ve been fired!  The new owner, Miss XXX XXXXX has employed a female real estate agent to take your position starting tomorrow morning.” “What?” a wide-eyed Don murmured meekly. “In addition,” KAT continued, “you might as well know, now, -- I had all the personal belongings moved out of your apartment and into storage this afternoon.  So, -- you can stay here with me, -- as I said, -- indefinitely!”

Well, crazy creapy sleazy and sleepy uncle joe has had 47 or more years to do something great...What was It?