The story of Brittany Hampton, continued.

The story so far...

Now, Brittany, as we have previously narrated, recounted, and known, had a come-hither tukas and eye, yes, her eye. But even the sheriff blew his horn when Brittany realised somewhere in her life, she would not be heard to steal from his last-cowboy persona/spirit man-thing he had going on. It would have been good if Brittany and her sister got on, but Brittany and her sister, Jennifer, did not get on all that well. So, we can also recount and things with the complicated caprice of her angel-like ways. In fact she was a breatharian, who had subsisted upon air for the last thousand yesrs. And it was the computer progammer who had brought her from her tomb. And as the banana said creeamy... "Creamy I am!" Now brittany had to get her degree. It was in marine biology and was top of the class, which was the top class in California, and in at least congeniality and complicity, not to mention ecstasy, conviviality, conspicuity, and conscience classes she shone like the eyes of the californians.

The story continues...

Even though she was taken for a human being, she was possesed by an ocean of souls that swun within her chest and brain. It was then Ithacar the controller who stayed with sanity ideas felt, seriously in his breast, an affection for the transcendental sanctity that meant the chest must be opened. His cave was icy and cold. He fed upon knowledge-donuts created in one of those factory places you can buy bakery products and their added condimentations, for less than three grand. Itp's not infrequent that Brittany Hampton would chase down a whim but this night was significant. Something was awakened in Brittany, the fish spirtit was a placid thing all jellified and jealous, yes this creature innate within brittany had a protruding snout emananating exuberance and dereliction.

That night two balaclava'd black dudes apprehended her stare. They were known as the Poonami Brothers, picking up every broad on the street. Brittany's father Frank could never understand why they wore balaclavas because in his bigoted mind they were as black as the night sky. The thing is the Poonami weren't dangerous, which was weird because their era was the nineteen ninties. That time in history was as Gipetto to Pinnochio, when it came to blacks. That's right, in fact they would decorate their gardens in anticipation of the channel one viewing of Pinnochio. brittany was unpretentious in comparison to the shambolic predicates that would expunge through the mouths of the president.

One day, she was high on drugs and deigned to a drink as long as it was full of ecstacy sulperdines. This made the wishes of voices choices, so she stepped back and opened her heart. The entire town had an erection put up in her name. Just looking at it gave her concussion headaches. But soon there the lemonade possets came as competition reccomended, as the animation efforts of the truth elements to library furnishments. Yes, the Doctor used to have nuts for breakfast, that is, nuts and cereal, and have them good. To this here sanfransisc queen boy, with a heart's lesson, his daughter was killing he Poonami brothers.

What will happen next?

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