To Das Squirrel and his Twit Wifey:
As usual and a few days prior to her blessed birthday on 9/12, a day after the code 9/11, the Mutha fucker has been acting up. She has done this in the past.
So if both of you attempt to call the land line, good luck. You’ll need it. I’m already fed-up with trying to meet my own demands. Do NOT text message me. I will reply that you need to call the Muther fucker directly and greet her normally.
Do NOT expect anything “normal” but a piece of her mind. She has been holding her forked tongue for whatever reason, with the “insane” belief that if she spoke any ill to/wards us younlings, that bad luck/juju will actually manifest.
You two have been warned. I’m hiding upstairs while the swollen one defuses her hurt feelings. Again, I’m NOT going to be side-tracked by TPTB and pals. Even if they use/control my family, they won’t wear me down.
I’ll just continue to curse and bless as usual and let every drama play out normally. I did notice, however, that the Mutha fucker has instructed the deadbeat Dad to stop talking to me. Again, I’m a quiet person and don’t care.
Oh, the peace and quiet are nice temporarily. But it’s not normal for the social primates to be alone too long, except deadbeat Dad – he likes his MSNBC and doesn’t care to carry conversation with the Mutha fucker or me.
That’s what Das Squirrel does – he shows up uninvited, says a few words, and gets online to chat with his Facebook friends. Mutha fucker did point out last Thursday night after he left our home that he shouldn’t come back.
His heart is not with the OLD family. His deadbeat Dad slammed the side/wooden fence door and didn’t greet him. It doesn’t make sense to come over when Dad doesn’t talk to him. Mutha fucker still feels the disconnection.
Anyway, it’s 1751 and the Mutha fucker made her fat-ass blob presence known by slamming her new shower sliding door, which slides loosely. TPTB and pals, albeit Satanic regime, is working overtime to wear me down.
Once again, she is a good soul but she needs a chill pill. Her technique is to make people like us wonder what to do next – to panic and please her fat ass. This technique allows chaos. And with that should follow camaraderie on how to fix-it.
Oops. Obama is speeching now.
With lots of hisses,
Evil Kitty
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