You been Naughtey so I heard
Your gift is this reindear turd
--Note atached to a unwrapped BabyRuth bar; Granfathers gift to me, Age 6.
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My own heartworming obsarvatons on the comencement of the season is the crop of hairballs regulorly hacked about hearth and home this time of year now have that added festive gleam of semidigested tinsel woven thru and thru...Plus the fond scene of coppious wads of encrusted gummy fruitcake nodules matted an stuck to an old mans face and chin, twinkling from tiny ants which feast upon them asthe celestiel blue lihgt from the TV in a dark room dances onthem as they swarm...And who can forget the merry sparkel of red holly berrys (both real ones an those savegely bitten off plastic wreaths in fits of joyful revilry) clinging to and peppered thruout a kindly old gent's Holoday dinner turds bobbling in the bowl the morning aftor as the early rays of pink dawn shine thru the trailer bathroum window upon a contorted grimace cryin out like a herald heard o'er hill and longshadowed dale: MY SMOKE WENT OUT DANM YOU: LIHGT ME BACK UP AND DONT LET THEM FAKE BERRIES GIT IN THE SEPTIC TANK--PICK 'EM OUT BY HAND IF YOU HAVE TO Y'HEAR ME BOY?
Yes its Christmas in rural Texas.
The plesent holiday seasens upon us and this year probly takes the cake, friutcake that is, as worst ever. In my last update i wrote that granfathors BANNED from any famly gathering ifmy brother and his wife are there. I was HOPING to go to Califonia to see my folks. But as the beasts homecare providor Im punished too an must stay with him. Ill never see my famly again on a holiday--it braeks myheart.
Unless theres a rare hapenning. Like if granfather dies or somthing.
I olmost woudnt mind cause his hideous mom is atcualy on bettor behavor when hes around. But when its just ME and gramps she lets it ALL HANG OUT: Litoraly.
Also she goes tothe bathroum with the DOOR OPEN cackling like a banshee whenever I walk by scairing the hell out of me. Shes pees mabye 20 times a day cause of some medicol problem which I dont mind cause if your sick you cant help it. But a hideous sight i DONT need is her with the DOOR OPAN and flappin her huosedress over her head ON PURPOSE when i walk by to reveal her pendullous mammaries danglin on her dimply fat knees while sittin on our can watering the porcilan.