I initially read about this cautionary tale at Dailymail.co.uk. It’s not a tale of “yore” per se, but given our fast paced world of instant info, it’s “yore-ish”. And it should definitely make you cautious. I will start by telling dudes that if you are in Lancashire and you see this bitch
and think you’ll get a quick toss- do yourself a favor and think about baseball. Then turn the fuck around and walk away.
Her name is Dominique Fisher, and in the summer of 2008, she decided that she was going to go out and get some boy pussy. Dominique isn’t like other girls in that she evidently thinks that when she gives a guy wood, then he is wood, and starts carving shit into his skin- at least that’s according to Wayne Robinson and a jury.
Wayne Robinson was the unfortunate bloke who happened into the gods wicked sense of humor on that summer night in 2008, and they set him on a course which led him to Dominique Fisher. Dominique and Wayne, by their own accord, hailed the queen all night and; evidently decided to hook up again the next night. During their second night of ho-ho-ho and a bottle of rum-ming, after knowing each other a fort (-y eight –hour) night, Wayne decided to mix vodka and Vicodin. He must’ve been damn close to entering a dimension of visible fairies and elves because a kiss didn’t awaken him. Nor did that crazy hooka etching her name and other symbols of madness into his skin. When he came to in the morning, he realized what be-carved him and amazingly ran out without waking Dominique and feeding her couple of knuckle sandwiches. While we know that he had taken Vicodin with his vodka, they haven’t said what Dominique could’ve possibly taken to make her show us that she obviously has a PhD in crazy. Dominique was found guilty of “unlawful wounding” and walked away free.
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