Fat Bitch Returns

I thought she was gone. I prayed she was gone. I came home tonight to the fat bitch waddling in and out of her house with the smallest of items from her moving trailer. Her stick-figure husband has returned from Germany, so she decided they could move back here. Damn, damn, damn.

I think the only thing that made me happy was that her stupid kid was eating dog turds (from her damn dogs) he found on my lawn.