[_paralyzed_]

Man, James, way to spin a story....

The "glue" he sent me wasn't supposed to be glue. The doll(Katie) and I were supposed to share it. Linc payed me well to do it, and even sent me a video camera to record it.

Well, the "glue" wasn't salty, so I knew something was up, but Katie had already disrobed and I damn well aint wasting a viagra, they're too expensive.

The cat lady was recording it all when the glue started to set up. I waved to her to signal a problem, but she thought I wanted her to join in. To make a long story short, I've loved cats in ways that would even disgust freezebytes cat loving self.

In a panic I sent Linc a text asking what to do, he said go to the nearest business, somebody would surely help me. Just then, the doorbell rang. James thought it would be hilarious to have Swan's delivery drop me off some tampons and other feminine hygiene products. I rolled past him to the nearest business, the grocery store. Linc had phoned ahead warning them of the wheelchair rapist that was on his way.

The way those bagboys man handled me was the only good thing about that day.

The cat lady thinks we are "going steady" now, I have to buy my groceries off e-bay, and I sent Linc the tape but he still won't send me the second half of the money he paid me to do all this. I need that 37 cents. Nobody will give Katie the respect she deserves. They all say, "It's a deflated doll, covered in cat fecses". I respond, "how would you like it if I talked about your wife that way".

I keep telling myself to ignore Linc's perverted requests and advances, but he always has something shiny to distract me, and the next thing you know I'm fishing midgets out of my rectum.

As far as r/c goes, Lincpimp is the man. If he ever asks you to do "a three way trade" run, don't walk away. This is how he got me, and I haven't heard from Ian for awhile, so I can only assume Linc's basement holds one more.

Good luck and happy r/c'ing everybody