As my friend said to me as my brother came over with the fat moon monsters from hell, the children of his hog-like wife. My friend said, oh dont worry about them, they are just fat long haired kids. She is like the arch conservative and has these weird hippie fantasies, like she ever knew what it is to really be a hippy (her dad was Defense Department Nazi for a generation, disgustingly producing 11 fat freckled, red-haired, horrible mutant kids, like his dick had nothing to do with it. I actually heard him say, She kept having kids. I am like, your DICK was involved a little bit, wasnt it? You absolve yourself like that? Did she pull a GUN on you? Oh GOD, I hate Catholics. What the hell fat ass from hell know about real hippies? NOTHING. She wishes. In a weird lost kind of weird horrible way, she buys tie dyed shirts and encourages long hair in her fat kids. They look as if they came out from under a rock. Fat. long hair (Why? You are Nazis. You should be short haired) and that horrid ruddy color MUTANTS that nasty red hair. Yeah. I am mean because they have been these many long years. I feel quite all right about being horribly disgustingly mean, because they were really not nice for 25 years. I could have had a bette life. Instead I had to deal with fridge woman and her mutant brats. GREAT. Lovely. So genteel. I prefer the frogs in the creek with their dear lovely singly croaks, to these horrible mutant monster people.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 07:35:17 +0000
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