Divine Secrets of the Yo-Yo Sisterhood

No shocker that Thundercunt exploded around midnight and kept us up half the night. 

I think Thundercunt  works evenings somewhere because there’s usually a gap between crazy day noise and crazy midnight noise. I swear I’ve seen her at the Publix on Gateway. She rocks that green smock, if it’s her. I want to choke her with it. 

Big Giant Pussy gets a rude awakening every night. Last night as I was dropping off to sleep, I heard, “You are not a man. You are a fucking loser!”

I yelled through the vent, “You suck more, sweetheart.”

I invited mom to hang in my room since sleep wasn’t going to happen. As usual, we laughed our asses off and made it better. 

I think someone called security. Not like any of those kids can control those two. But eventually they shut the fuck up. Hooray. 

I don’t know if Fraggle made it to school on time. But I know she learned a whole bunch more variations on F-bombs. Her poor teacher. 

I thought about the nice homeless guy who sleeps on the brand-new cowhide benches outside of Rocco’s Tacos. And this helped me to not flip the fuck out because I do have a nice home filled with lots of joy. 

I’m going to be the bigger person and pray that Big Giant Pussy reclaims his balls from her purse and leaves her. It’s toxic for the world for these two idiots to be together. 

In the meantime, I’m avoiding that Publix unless they let me throw a brick at her face. 

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