>I was only 50 years old
>I loved the Meat Pippa so much, yet I had none of the merchandise or bodypillows
>I'd pray to Meat Pippa every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given
>"Meat Pippa is love", I would say, "Meat Pippa is life".
>My dad hears me and calls me a kike
>I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Meat Pippa
>I called him a goy
>He gasses me and sends me to go to sleep
>I'm crying now and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and it's really cold
>A warmth is moving towards me
>I feel something touch me
>It's Meat Pippa
>I'm so happy
>She whispers in my ear, "pipipipipi"
>She grabs me with her powerful rodent hands, and puts me on my hands and knees
>I'm ready
>The Meat Pippa starts beating me with a metal rod
>It hurts so much, but I do it for the Meat Pippa
>I can feel my skin tearing as my eyes start to water
>I push against her force
>I want to please the Meat Pippa
>She screeches a mighty screech, as my blood spills from my body from her intense ryonaing
>My dad walks in
>Meat Pippa looks him straight in the eye, and says, "a man walked into a bar"
>Meat Pippa flew out through my window
>Meat Pippa is love. Meat Pippa is life