http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/daily-prompt-mad-libs
Turn to your co-workers, kids, Facebook friends, family — anyone who’s accessible — and ask them to suggest an article, an adjective, and a noun. There’s your post title! Now write.
“I’ll see you in the morning. I don’t like you!”
Since I’ve no one accessible – the human forms are fast asleep, I’ll blog about “meanness”. That’s right! Being mean doesn’t work well will old farts. They are sensitive and helpless. But they are NOT truly without the fighting spirit to control their existence on this hellish planet and the undying will to have their say about wrongness in life.
As it so happens DAILY, tonight was no different. Biting parasitism of hypocrites who don’t practice what they preach – praying for peace when they are instigating all sorts of vile comments about people. These types of conversationalist have no souls, typical of toids, who would rather fight as their fun than for peace under the sun (A rhyme).
For example, the wise cracker wanted her nails done last minute. It was stupid because she knew I was enjoying myself singing out of tune. She was miserable because the boy was talking to his Paw in his bedroom and watching television together, something rarely done. I sensed that the fat sack cow was jealous. Instead of connecting with her beloved son (an old imagery of the Virgin/Christ), she bugged me.
So I got angry and tugged at her cuticles, which wasn’t even painful because her nerves are pretty much dead from diabetes. She could have easily remove d the nail polish herself, cut her own dragon nails, and file it with ease. I could help with painting the nails and that’s fun but not the rest. She doesn’t care/get it. Now she will pay someone else to carve her claws the way she wants it – damn bossy broad!
Anyway, being mean should NOT have be done around crazies, err, I meant, the elderly. They are on their last legs anyway and deserved to be loved for who they are – troubled toids, always flicking out their tongues and licking their chops as if they are not through back-biting everything unimportant, such as lacking appreciation for doing chores or complaining about others not doing MORE than just enough of slavery at home.
How stupid is that? The karma is deserving, where one nutter is eternally pitted against another frustrated clone unit, being turned into a nutter – from one generation to another and how disappointed she is in the boy’s fake visit every Tuesdays and/or Thursdays as being a mere “formality” to show face and/or to talk about his marathon running, which she tunes out but upon the topic of politics won’t stop flapping her lips.
“Mad Libs“. I remember that game and have donated lots of unused pages (some of which may have our answers therein) to our local charity – Goodwill. Tonight, I’m mad at the wise cracker and her cruel ways. I want liberation from this madness of being “nice”. Maybe what transpired was a game – a test again, no doubt by TPTB and pals, to find out how much bullcrap all of us could take.
Regardless, I wonder if the old timer will forgive the three of us tomorrow. It’s Paw’s 74th birthday, you know, for his sake.
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