Real estate terminology for a worthless lot of land close in but usually not central. a dumpy part of town, often in the flood plain. sometimes is inhabited by those of lesser means. More often frequented by your the reader's sister, used as a makeshift anal breeding/proving grounds.
Mr. Goatse: We've seen everything available.
TubGirl: what about this 'build-to-suit charming fixer uper?
Mr. Goatse: oh that? that's way down in the 𝕛𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤, the only the thing you can fix up, is a heroin habit and perhaps build a nasty reputation. we can take a look.
TubGirl: I am famous, people will notice i'm missing.
Mr. Goatse: ...*whispers sweet nothings and promises of humiliation.*
Tubbie: I love it when you call me that! take me Mr. Goatse! have me down in the 𝕛𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤.
Mr Goatse: i know a place..its where i used to cornhole the Apple Cider Days parade float queen.
TubsieWooWoo: But..But..she was a rhetard.
Mr Goatse: i know..it was all her "idea". Even the shitty rimjob 69 mud motorboats. for hours, then..then we just talked. it was magickal.
TubGirl: I can do good. I will be better.
i'm trash. Take me the 𝕛𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤! i want to piss in a hobos skull.
Mr Goatse: *you promised yourself you wouldnt fall in love.*. *not this one.*...*and here you are with the ring and the folding camping shovel in the trunk! why?? what can't you stop?! shes your client! *At least look her in the eyes this time you coward!*
TubsieWubsie: what's that dear?
Mr Goatse: oh nothing...i said, we can drink hot mad dog 20/20. grape..
Tubsiekins: I will shit it out for you. like a mud fountain of bum shits. i must. it is my destiny.
Mr. Goatse: yes! yes! down in the 𝕛𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤.
TubGirl: what about this 'build-to-suit charming fixer uper?
Mr. Goatse: oh that? that's way down in the 𝕛𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤, the only the thing you can fix up, is a heroin habit and perhaps build a nasty reputation. we can take a look.
TubGirl: I am famous, people will notice i'm missing.
Mr. Goatse: ...*whispers sweet nothings and promises of humiliation.*
Tubbie: I love it when you call me that! take me Mr. Goatse! have me down in the 𝕛𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤.
Mr Goatse: i know a place..its where i used to cornhole the Apple Cider Days parade float queen.
TubsieWooWoo: But..But..she was a rhetard.
Mr Goatse: i know..it was all her "idea". Even the shitty rimjob 69 mud motorboats. for hours, then..then we just talked. it was magickal.
TubGirl: I can do good. I will be better.
i'm trash. Take me the 𝕛𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤! i want to piss in a hobos skull.
Mr Goatse: *you promised yourself you wouldnt fall in love.*. *not this one.*...*and here you are with the ring and the folding camping shovel in the trunk! why?? what can't you stop?! shes your client! *At least look her in the eyes this time you coward!*
TubsieWubsie: what's that dear?
Mr Goatse: oh nothing...i said, we can drink hot mad dog 20/20. grape..
Tubsiekins: I will shit it out for you. like a mud fountain of bum shits. i must. it is my destiny.
Mr. Goatse: yes! yes! down in the 𝕛𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤.
by Edith Mubauls April 6, 2021