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Then my brother called from California. The doctor got my mesage & proudly relayed it tothe famly. Him and my sisterinlaw said WAY TO GO WALTER. Then I went to the vet & got the medicine plus for pilot use he gave me a speciel trial size glycerin based gorilla ass cream from Botswanna.
That night to be safe I lashed the beast with packing tape to a chair in the livin room. I must of used 50 damn rolls. He was like a cocoon. He drifted in & out mumbling 'YOURE DEAD BOY'.
At 7am the next day to grampys suprise (but not mine) his old flabby girlfrend shows up at our door. She drove ALL NIGHT. YES Id called her the day prior right after he made fun of me at breakfest.
I said: ONLY if he didnt hit me when he got loose. He agreed & said ITS A DEAL.
The old biddy was worryed as we hadnt let her in yet, poundin her fleshy fist onthe door trilling out in a warbly high voice, rattlin our rickety trailor door with her fat belly & elbows aganst it so I had to cut fast.
As soon i cut the beast free he smacked me on his way to the door and laghed and said I LIED. He also threatened me if I STILL didnt keep quiet on "My part of The Deal" hed pull my scrotum up over my head an ears then tie it under my chin like a Eastor bonnet.
Yeah right some 'deal' we had. Like a jerk, i kept quiet anyway.
Then they had breakfast. Granfather has SOME NERVE--just 24 huors prior he was havin brekfest with another womon. I smelt somthing funny & coudnt belive my eyes.
I said: What is that? Granfather said YOU CANT HAVE NONE BOY ITS OURS. He said it was York Peppormint Patty filling--just for the 2 of them and I was ecxluded from being alowed to "GET THE SENSATION." Im glad for it too cause it wasnt that at all but realy a jar of Noxema the othor womon left behind. I wasnt gointo tell him.
Ill leave you in suspense as to what hapened till the next update. But i will say there was lots of yellin, screamin, fisticuffs, even a bloody fencing match with each using one of those campy 3 foot long giant deccrative wooden fork & spoon pairs which are mounted on tacky trailor kitchon walls thruout the Western U.S. You know the ones. Granps got hurt most: The bitch had the fork.
Other items were thrown aroun the house as well by the scorned jeolos woman like a small cast iron trivit that fell off the wall onto the stove durin the frackas and got so hot it glowed red. The old hoe flung it across the kitchon at him with a pair of tongs. Granfather had shoplifted this trivit from a giftshop inthe Pensylvania Dutch Contry before i was born & there were words in the center of it that read: