As many Pigfests have come and gone in this fine town Atlanta, the legend of the gimp has only grown since her mysterious disappearence late last year. Speculation grew that her brother incenstually sodomised her and disposed of the body in a dumpster. The mystery grew, as did the animosity towards the brother for robbing the world of such joy.

"Where is she?" the DC pigs begged.

We fade back to our heros sitting at Flashers recently, drinking coors light after a thorough scan of the establishment, looking for any form of hobbling on the part of the dancers.

Nothing. No limp, no chain, no gimp.

A few dancers come by, shamelessly whoring for a dance to pay rent and provide drug money to their unemployed, tatooed, abusive boyfriend who they love more dearly than life itself. Most are turned away mercilessly. The night progresses, and the Spic spies a hooker he had in a VIP room sometime before. After her arrival with another hooker friend, the mood becomes lively, drinks flow in more abundance and light conversation begins.

Spic : "Say, how long have you girls worked here?"
China : "I've worked here about 2 years."
Hooker : "Me, about 3 years."
Spic : "Wow. Do you remember a dancer that worked here, about a year ago.
Had a chain between her nipples?"
China : "And a limp?!?!?"
Hooker : "Fuck yes! A limp! Oh my god!"
Spic : "Does she still work here?"
China : "No. She moved to Florida a while back. But Oh MY GOD! Before
she left!"
Hooker : "Oh GOD! I want to hurl!"
China : "She was up on stage. Dancing. Some guy tries to tip her from one of the chairs. She squats down and takes a DUMP on the stage!"

Pigs in concert begin laughter of uncontrolled proportions.

Hooker : "And that guy!"
China : "Oh god! This guy, a customer! Up at the stage takes his napkin,
scoops it up and takes it to the mens room."
Hooker : "What the fuck is that all about!"
Mic : "What the fuck for?!?"
China : "To check it out? Eat it? How the fuck should I know. It was disgusting!" Mic : to pigs in a low voice "I couldn't have invented a better ending
for the Reign of the Gimp."

Pigs : "Gimp! The GIMP!!!!"

Spic : "WORD!"

So, she took a dump on stage and moved to Florida.
Skid marks, Roxification, stage dumping.
It's good to be a pig, but it's better to be the Spic.