Castration phone sex is what I want to do after a bad week. Dealing with dick weeds and vacuous whores makes me want to do something about population control. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I went to a heavy metal music festival with some friends over the weekend. It was a 12 hour drive, so we stopped in West Virginia over night to rest. West Virginia is one of those backwards states where everyone makes inbred jokes for a reason. It was me and three of my Goth girlfriends. They take no shit either. When we stopped for gas about 30 minutes before we checked into the no tell motel, a few hillbilly fucks harassed us. It was like we were in some Wrong Turn movie. The boys from Deliverance followed us to our crappy little hotel wanting to party. When we turned their hick asses away, they broke into our room determined to force fuck us. We shut that shit down. We were like the bad ass bitches in Kill Bill using our knives like swords. We chopped off three dicks. These hillbilly mother fuckers wanted to assault us, so we beat them to the punch. The world doesn’t need any more inbred rednecks. Those Wrong Turn son of a bitches won’t even pee the same again because we took a lot more than their balls. I have seen every redneck horror movie made, so I was ahead of the game. I used tire chains to link them together. My girlfriends each took turns castrating a toothless bastard. We laughed as we whacked off redneck balls and dicks. One of them had a good sized pecker for an inbred mother fucker. We tossed in some torture sex for fun. I found a cattle prod in one of their trucks and I sodomized them with it. It was funny to see the pee dribble out their bloody pecker stumps. We checked out of the hotel, leaving them to be discovered by the hotel maid. Three Goth babes will never let redneck losers ruin a good day.
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