Dear Lawd Gawd,
Please kill me now! Mutha Fucka rebuked my bad attitude again. I can home frustrated that my scanning projects go interrupted!
After attending noontime mass, missing the Benediction, handing Gloria (the full-fledged Chinese woman, who can speak our Filipino language) one heavy plastic bag of Dad’s persimmon fruits, depositing claims checks for both recipients, filling five gallons of water, and returning home, I answered Mutha Fucka with snappy hostile answers, a la Evil Kitty style.
She went on to say that no matter how naughty Das Squirrel behaves, he is still part of the family. So I forced myself to send him a couple of text messages from my smartphone. He hasn’t replied yet and probably due to hurt feelings again from past years of hurt feelings.
Anyway, I think Jono didn’t bother to click the link referencing the original blog poster’s publication that linked alleged copyrighted images made by Jono and contact that blogger instead.
Dad got in the bandwagon and called me hateful and whatever else be passed into his genetic material.
For example, over breakfast last Friday, Mutha Fucka ranted about have her SOB (or shortness of breath) while going upstairs. Dad could only reply: I DON’T HATE YOU. I explained to the swollen one that is the entity’s way of stopping short from saying the word LOVE.
But the Mutha Fucka and her Das Squirrel refuse to believe in my weird theory.
With lots of hateful resentment against swollen humanz,
Evil Kitty
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