Men's Campfire

[Trinityz1]

A retelling of Cinderella
Cinderella was just told by her evil stepmother that she couldn't go to the ball.

Sitting in a corner, crying, she was surprised by the sudden appearance of her fairy godmother.

"What the hell are you crying for!?" she asked.

"Because I can't go to the ball! Everyone else gets to go, but I gotta stay here and clean this nasty assed house!" Cinderella replied.

"Well, hell, girl! That's why I'm here!"

The fairy godmother proceeded to make everything Cinderella would need to go to the ball, and included a diaphragm, just in case.

"Now, remember, everything goes back to what it was at midnight, so you might want to leave about 15-30 minutes", she warned.

"Ok", said Cinderella.

Cinderella left for the ball, and the fairy godmother started up at the house, waiting on her, figuring she'd be home early.

When the clock rang midnight, however, the fairy godmother became worried.

She started pacing around, watching the clock. Finally, after 2 o'clock in the morning, Cinderella came staggering in, wearing her curtains and carrying the mice.

"What the hell!" asked the fairy godmother. "What happened!!??"

"I met the nicest man! We ate, drank, danced, and had the best time at the ball! replied Cinderella.

"What happened at midnight!?" asked the fairy godmother.

"We went back to his place, and, well, one thing let to another...."

"What happened when your diaphragm turned back into a pumpkin!??"

"Oh, he didn't seem to mind one bit!" replied Cinderella.

"Really!!? What was this man's name!" asked the fairy godmother.

"Peter, Peter something..."