The last dehumanizing of the three women is the lottery. The crowd has bought tickets at $25 apiece to kick the stools from beneath Barb’s and Marcella’s feet. They would have sold a third ticket to do Dorothy’s stool but her evil sister Emma made a generous donation to the Ingrid Witch Meat Cooking Academe and she will kick Dorothy’s stool away!
I must admit while I will miss Dorothy her sister is one fine piece of ass (that ain’t sexist- look at her!!!). The crowd counts down “Ten… nine… eight…” when Dorothy says “Promise me on our mother’s grave you will entertain the Boys from Detroit while I am roasting!”
“Mom’s not dead yet, Dorothy” Emma replies.
“It’s an expression; humor me, OK?”
Emma says “Sure, I’ll entertain them.”
Fuck, I didn’t see that coming and she doesn’t know what she stepped into!!!
"Three... Two... One..."
Tree
Good night, all...
I must admit while I will miss Dorothy her sister is one fine piece of ass (that ain’t sexist- look at her!!!). The crowd counts down “Ten… nine… eight…” when Dorothy says “Promise me on our mother’s grave you will entertain the Boys from Detroit while I am roasting!”
“Mom’s not dead yet, Dorothy” Emma replies.
“It’s an expression; humor me, OK?”
Emma says “Sure, I’ll entertain them.”
Fuck, I didn’t see that coming and she doesn’t know what she stepped into!!!
"Three... Two... One..."
Tree
Good night, all...