If any of my relatives know my true identity, let it be known it’s okay if you hate us because I hate you. I have stories to share if only you fools would care to listen to all the crap you have shown to tonight. Here are four samples of demonic aunts.
Aunt One:
My paternal auntie Norma is a f^cking liar. She raised her voice at my parents and accused them of not being home to intercept her three calls. So at 8:08pm (PDT), I call our home phone number and waited for the answering machine to turn on after five rings. I heard my voice pronounce our last name.
After we came home, I saw our Panasonic phone blinking, which meant there is a voicemail message left on our answering machine. I then entered the password and listened to my voice, which was clear as a whistle. Further the name of De G^zm@n Norma appeared above the FULL phone number from which I called earlier.
I’ll print out the call log from our AT&T U-Verse account to show that there was no activity from this nutball.
Aunt Two:
The Glorge kept her arms down and didn’t care to give Maw a sincere hug. I was able to give both the fool and her husband a double version in the center. While sitting adjacent to Maw and Paw and against the wall while they face the alter to my left, the Glorge adjusted her khaki pants, sticking her butt in my face.
After a few minutes, I needed a program and song sheet. I spotted those two programs in the front chair from where Paw was sitting. So reach over to get the programs and crossing over Maw. I had a chance to stick my butt in that Glorg’s face. Her Christian children – Giant and Joh – didn’t attend Lola’s 40th death anniversary prayer. It goes to show how fake they are because Joh complained that his parents leave after one hour of each party.
Aunt Three:
Baby had come and didn’t greet or hug me. She just went through the garage door and into the house. Her stupid husband, Rude, wasn’t sincere in his hug. Anyway, I caught sight of how Baby’s demonic facial expression GLARED towards the Bitterone, who was seated in front of the heater and talking to Maw. I then positioned myself to block her line of view to keep the evil eyes from looking at the second wife of my paternal Uncle Ver.
After the blockage by moi, the face of that possessed fool changed – it looked away to her left side and downcast her eyes. She then proceeded to walk where I was standing and I followed her close behind as she pretended to look busy with her enemy’s guests.
Some time ago and probably last month during Lola’s three day funeral, ‘Aunt One’ told Maw and Paw what she saw in `Aunt Three`:
“The eyes of Baby looks demonic and always angry.”
Aunt Four:
When everyone was packing the extra food to go home, I noticed the Ampalia and her non-Filipino friend laughing out loud. I didn’t like that because we don’t make fun of people like that in public or among friend while at a party.
The fat one – Ampalia – with her belly protruding from drinking those `Diet Pepsi` sodas in aluminum cans laughed out loud and ran into the garage. The non-Filipino friend of hers who looked like a taller version of the Chingster laughed along with her.
That non-Filipino look alike commented: “So this is what Filipinos do after the party is over.” I was trying to get her a plastic container for packing food. In my mind I thought: F^ck you for making fun of my relatives.
From this day forth, I don’t trust those RELIGIOUS nutballs. That woman is making my paternal Uncle Ver say the rosary three friggin’ times a day! That man is suffering! I know it!
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