No Juan!

This morning I rode down to the Walmart on my Hoverround to get some more grape soda and oatcakes. Nice sunshiny day even though the melting snow started shorting out my Hoverround battery! Every now and then I would hear a spark and smell smoke and it would stop for a minute. But it did take me to the store and back okay.

The problem was that when I got to Walmart I had to pass a section of the store that was all leftover Valentines Day candies. I thought about getting a couple of boxes and eating all of them in minutes festooning myself with candies on my womanly naked body while I waited for Juan next Monday afternoon.

I could not have been more suprized when I saw Juan in that aisle and he wasn't looking at candy, he was making out with some stupid teenybopper, a skeleton whore teenyboper with dyed blonde hair, painted in cholo eyebrows and beet red lips. He was whispering to her and rubbing up against that tramp like a circus clown with an itchy boil on his ass.

Before I could help myself I threw my Hoverround in high gear and rammed both of them. Juan started shouting at me, calling me a "Low-co Put-ta", whatever that Mexican talk means, as I ran over his feet, crushing the tips of his fancy cowboy boots. The stupid slut said nothing, she kept screaming "Ieeeyaiiyaii!!" because my fist was mystereiously curled up in her hair, pulling it out it's dyed blond lengths.

The cops arrived and after they tore my hands out of the tramp's hair I was surprised to see how I'djust about snatched her bald. The officers took one look at me and sighed before saying, "Not you again!"

They escorted me and my Hoverround back to my apartment after I was booked and released on my own recognizins I'd tidied up a tad in the ladies room.

How could Juan want that beanpole tramp after he'd sampled my sumptious curves? My heart is broken and there's not enough Ding DOngs in this world to make it right again. I have no Juan.