FATTY DADDY BOINKED BY TRAILERPARK TWINS
Starts out with a candy sandwich, ends up in a old-lady sandwich

That wasn't a earthquake that hit space #40 last month, it was twins Pearline and Earline Maxwell riding Fatty Daddy all over the inside of their trailer. While all the slamming and bamming that went on in there left great big dents from the inside out of that pink trailer, the whole incident only measured about a 1.5 on the Richter scale at the local University's seismology lab.

Inside that now-dented pink trailer, the incident measured closer to a 8.5 on the Richter scale, judging by all the damage done in there. Dishes done fell off the shelfs, and the medicine cabinet got shook loose from the bathroom wall and punched a hole in the floor. A huge cast-iron skillet filled a quarter of the way up with old bacon grease fell off the stove and punched another hole in the floor. And somehow the kitchen curtains got ripped down and the Venetian blinds in the living room got all bent out of shape.

Fatty Daddy had been working on them twins for about a month, bringing 'em flowers and cigarettes and Russell Stover candies and whatnot. He'd sit around space #40, smoking cigarettes, eating candy, and telling the Maxwell twins how pretty them flowers looked sitting on the kitchen table. The ladies was bowled over by all the chivalry displayed by Fatty Daddy.

The twins started out by getting into a contest to see who could impress Fatty Daddy the most. Pearline had a bag of marshmallows and a half-dozen Hershey's Special Dark candy bars hid back in the bottom of the fridge so Earline wouldn't eat it. Next time Fatty Daddy showed up to space #40, Pearline broke out the marshmallows and chocolate and made candy-sandwiches for Fatty Daddy, using the candy bars for bread and roasted marshmallows for meat. Fatty Daddy was delighted.

Not to be outdid by her twin sister, Earline had no other option than to do a striptease. It was the only thing that could possibly drag Fatty Daddy out of that candy sandwich.

Old ladies like Pearline and Earline Maxwell ain't known for keeping good stripper music around the trailer. Fortunately, somebody somehow had left a Scorpions cassette tape, Animal Magnetism it was, in the ladies' cassette player. With The Zoo blaring out the stereo speakers, Earline danced around the trailer, slowly removing every last article of her clothing, which got draped all over Fatty Daddy who sat mesmerized at the kitchen table, forgotten, half-eaten candy sandwich still clutched in his hand. When Earline unharnessed that steel-belted-radial bra and started shaking her titties, Fatty Daddy dropped the candy sandwich.

Seeing that she'd just got one-upped by Earline, Pearline had no other choice than to try to outstrip Earline. Somehow the stripper contest got out of hand, and Fatty Daddy ended up as the meat in a old-lady sandwich.

The competition between them twins didn't stop there, no-siree. The contest just went from a stripping competition to a boinking competition, and Fatty Daddy didn't try to stop them. Rumor has it that's why everything in space #40 clanged and banged around for hours that one day. Judging by all the dents poking out of that pink trailer, they had to have taken a bunch of runs at each other and missed or something. How else could two old ladies and one trailerpark goofball ding up a trailer so bad on the inside, you can see it from the outside?

Although nobody seen hide nor hair of Fatty Daddy after the trailer-denting incident, he ain't dead. He's still in space #40, being waited on hand and foot by Pearline and Earline while he heals up on their couch.

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