It was right after church. I had wore my maid negligee and strolled(I was wearing pink roller skates) right into a Sunday mass. I rolled on down the aisle during communion and asked if anybody needed their pews cleaned.
They were pissed. I think I might convert to Jehovah's witness or something.
Anyway. Powered on cum farts and the body of Christ, I strolled down streets, shocking and just generally pissing most people as per usual. Suddenly, I noticed a power lifting meet going on in the front of a gym. Bald heads, beer guts, chalk and the high blood pressure induced red faces of juiced up jelly bellies caught my attention. I decided to show those guys a thing or two about hardcore natural lifting the right way.
I rolled in and 'swooped' down, picking up the barbell some muscle bear was about to dead lift. Then I hoisted it with one arm. All was quiet on the western front at this point, so to speak. They looked in awe at me like I was a vision of St. Joseph riding a unicorn. Anyway. I decided to 'turn things up' and so I began twirling the barbell like a cheerleaders baton. They were speechless. Some started to clap.
I decided they had enough of this vulgar display of power, but I couldn't stop the bar bell from spinning. I began 'ascending' like some sort of gay helicopter. I must have 'flew' for two miles before I gained control again.
Anyway. If you hear about some gay guy in a maid outfit flying through the air with a barbell in his hand. Don't worry that was just me.
