It gets interesting to be back home. Running into people I haven't seen people in a few years, and they come up to say hi. Because I've never had facial hair before, they kind of freeze when they come up to me, to re assess whether or not its really me. Like I'm some kind of crazy killer...(insert comedic joke here). Speaking of crazy. I'm bringing back guns with me to Corpus. Since Mark has moved, I'm scared, and no longer feel safe. I blame his smuggling past. Never know when the asian mafia will come when they lose their easy patsy. That, or he actually stole money from them, but he might not be that bright. Never hurts to be armed to the teeth though.
Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny stinking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white butt down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.
3 comments:
you with guns scares me. not for my sake, but for the sake of Krissy and Amanda. The next time they try and wrap your house they could end up dead depending on what kind of mood you are in... I mean, you haven't been the most even tempered sort have you?
That's why I started out with a machete. If I could have a machete and not chop anyone then I might be able to have a gun and not shoot anyone... Next I'll get a bazooka!
why are you shopping alone?
Because I've heard that her boyfriend is a real bad person (kicks little animals and all). This guy is so ruthless that he actually steals candy from little children, I've seen that happen. I don't blame her on wanting to shop alone.
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