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jredmon (profile) wrote,
on 6-19-2005 at 1:59pm
Current mood: amused
Music: Crossfade - Colors
Subject: Fuck you and the beat up Ford Bronco II you rode in on.

When it's Father's Day, you invite family to whatever you're doing. It's a family thing. Well, it wasn't this year, so I made it one. Mike's ex-girlfriend's parents showed up uninvited because they wanted to talk to Mike. I myself found this incredibly rude and uncalled for. It's father's day, and I'm not putting up with it.


I was told to not say anything to them? Why? Because they're fucking back-mountain hicks that live off of welfare and whatever junk they can sell? Because they think they've got the lay of the land no matter where they go? If you're going to be pompous enough to invite yourself to something that to me, and the rest of my family, is family only - you'd better be somebody. Who are they? They're definitive nobodies.


I walk outside and there they are - some pig-faced bitch, pig-faced bitch's daughter, and pig-faced bitch's husband. I ask them why they're here, and I think they may have taken it jokingly. "We just need to talk to Mike." Too fuckin' bad. Do it on your own time. We didn't invite you. I don't remember what happened from there. I remember them all looking like they'd just gotten a notice in the mail that their welfare check is going to stop coming 'round, or like the Dukes of Hazzard just got cancelled again. They left, and all was good.


I hope they don't cancel the Dukes of Hazzard... again... I liked that show. Maybe I don't like "good 'ol country folk", maybe I don't like hicks, but I liked that show.



How them Duke boys gonna get outta this one?

Dunno, but they better get out of my yard.
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