Sunday

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.

2 Comments:

Anonymous monkey said...

Umm... is their kid special?
I've got a two year old and he's never threatened to eat dookie.

6:08 AM  
Blogger Conqueress said...

Actually, I think he's slow because of how he's being raised. I don't think the Fat Bitch even speaks to her kids besides yelling their names...

7:31 PM  

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