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Wednesday, July 12, 2006

A bed time story: Ann Coulter's Mutilated Vagina Fart
Once upon a time a filthy, horse face, low-life whore went to law school. Upon graduating she couldn't get a real job and men treated her like the filthy, horse faced, low-life whore that she was even though she had a law degree. So, she did what any filthy, horse faced, low-life whore would do, she got politics. She was swept up in a myriad frenzy of black crack babys, welfare queens and gays who were asking for trouble and got it. What little heart she had left had died and turned into a prune. Then one day a terrible man with a long beard and a large pile of cash destroyed two temples built in homage to the God of Wealth. Many people died and from the rubble was born an era of suspicion, confusion and hate that had never before been seen in the history of the once great land. The filthy, horse face, low-life whore and all of her filthy, horse faced, low-life whore friends saw, in all of this, an opportunity to make lots of cold hard $. And so, without remorse, shame or a shred of decency in their blackened souls they went on about the business of saying and writing the most disgusting pack of lies they could imagine. They did this over and over again and people throughout the land either ignored it or ate it up. But, there were a few people who were on to the filthy, horse faced, low-life whore and all of her shananigans. So, they chose a great warrior to ride into battle against the filthy, horse faced, low-life whore. The warrior struck a fatal blow to the filthy, horse faced, low-life whore in the twat, which sent her reeling and cowering for shelter. The filthy, horse faced, low-life whore had one last trick up her sleeve and as the warrior hung over her, ready to strike her down, the filthy, horse face, low-life whore pulled back her business suit to reveal her mutilated vagina, from which she blew a tremendous fart knocking the warrior to the ground. The warrior, now dizzy and incoherent from the fall, looked at the mutilated vagina and said to the filthy, horse faced, low-life whore, "You will suffer enough if I let you live. No one will ever listen to you again or believe anything you say once they see that filthy, horse faced, low-life, mutilated, whore's vagina of yours." And with that the filthy, horse faced, low-life whore crawled into a cave where she spent the rest of her days babbling about how things were better when she was a kid.

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