20161106-1614. Off-topic rant only : While Mom was repairing her slacks of incorrect cut and while I was ‘auditing’ my passwords of over freaking one hundred personal accounts online, we listened to the above-mentioned link.
During the funeral and burial (my initials of death) of the alleged fornicator last week, my Mom and I noticed how pathetic my paternal relatives have behaved.
First, we were ignored, especially by the widow, the hunched back paternal aunt Malouse, whom my cousin Shill seems to gravitate. She also blew a fuse on front of my parents, my paternal aunt Maldeath, the sister-in-law Babel, and the sister of the decreased. I already mentioned how the bitch stomped her foot in violent anger upon the mention of Trump’s name. She falsely accused Trump of touching ALL the naked beauty pageants. I asked her twice (once at the almost foreclosed house where the fornicator died and during that reception) how she knew and if she was there during gropings occurred. I told Mom the psychotic bitch was projecting her hurt feelings against a guy that has nothing to do with Flips. She was associating those past events with her fornicator husband. Joy the middle of three kids eulogized that she wasn’t close to her Dad – Jaime. And further per the late aunt Ching, the hunched back bitch resigned from a hospital prior to being fired for logging hours dishonestly. Brouhaha!
Second, my paternal uncle Rude, the psycho dad of Rod, the emergency doctor at Saint Rose, Las Vegas, Nevada, pointed at our initial reception table with his slimy fingers, looked around for his precious boy Rod and daughter Ruch, and told my parents and me that he’s waiting for them to join the table, which they didn’t. The cousins went to the back with cousin Shill and the rest and ignored Rude and his wife, Babel, the swollen cankle bitch who can’t walk faster than my disabled mother! Per the late aunt Ching, the late father of Babel was wanted by the American police for doing something bad to a child. He was last hidden in Mam-bah-how.
Third, we then moved away from that cursed table and sat with the couple from Daly City, CA were fakers and didn’t want to converse normally. My paternal uncle Pandoy barely said anything of value. His wife Tessie was obvious and she ignored is and turned her head like a zombie, looking for cousin Shill. Mom has a very creepy feeling about her. So I’m hoping cousin Shill avoids Tessie. Something is wrong. As for Tessie’s cousin, he’s a Mason. He flashed a pyramid gesture with both thumbs through folded hands. The couple might have signaled their pyramid through elbow propping on the table. But Mom regretted later that we should have sat with the mother of the deceased.
Fourth, the leader of the cousins, Shill seemed to prefer the company of well-poised humanz. Y’all can see the photo on her Facebook titled ‘Family Over Everything’. I prefer ‘blood pudding’ over rice. (Das Squirrel was hurt when he saw their photo on Facebook and told me that we’re not included. The same sentiment was expressed by Gloria about her giant daughter and her house flipper son not being included.) She’s a smart kid and darkly beautiful. I can appreciate the illusion. But VERY much like her, we have high pride, big goals, hot tempers (like the relatives), and sentiments of freaking cray cray in our DNA! For example, her Dad stills screams at the second wife and owns lots of firearms, both traits like Das Squirrel.
I can go on, but this YouTube video triggered my rant. Oh, don’t talk to them. Don’t hug them. Don’t kiss them. They’re not one of us. We’re high society. Yup. Sigh.
P.S. The normal ones seem to be the cousins, Rod and Rich, and Tracy the second mother to Jeer’s two girls, who were hurt by their father Jeer’s stupidity. Sad.
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