This is what she wrote on her forum...
So, this nut bag loser that thinks hes a gangster or some shit invites me to his trailer. I was sad about my dad, I felt sorry for him and I figured any dick will do right now. He's on house arrest so I had to drive to the ghetto meet this jackass. I get to this shithole and immediately regret it.
He tries to act all hard and cool when all I really want is for him to stick his pathetic member inside of me so I can forget about the loss of my father for the 34 seconds this idiot is going to last, but he's just drawing it out trying to be... smexy? I guess. He's rubbing oil on his sheer utter lack of a body and "setting the mood" with whatever mix tape he's played for every fat, ugly skank he's lured into this poverty stricken hell hole.
And after that disply, you would think he'd get to it, but nope. He puts on a Darth Vader mask and says, "I'm your father." WTF? First... why does this loser even HAVE a Darth Vader mask? And second, where in his tiny wigger brain did he decide that was a good idea? I almost lost it, but he took it off looking more pathetic than ever so I decided, "I'm here already. Let's just do this."
Cliff's... worst night of my life and I hate myself. I need a shower and a STD panel.