well matter of fact we did have a real shitty christmas. They only got about 2 presents each and they weren't even what they asked for. Like Travis asked for an Xbox 360 with 5 games and somebody just got him a REGULAER Xbox with 2 games. I mean damnit! he already has an Xbox and a PS2 from last years christmas. Why do you think I asked for an Xbox 360. Ignert Retards.
So he cried and wet his sweats all day. He wanted to change out of his sweats real bad but I said Helll no cause I wasn't going down to the laundromat until next week. He's so fat I can't stand him. I always stay stuff like "You're a fat and ugly whore." "You breath smells like a drunk barfed on you and you ate it." He tries real hard to keep it together and thats no fun. So I'll add "Your real father wishes you were dead cause you're so fat and ugly"
Then Misty and Tyson my other kids will run up to him and hit him with a board or a jump rope sometimes. Then we all just sit on the couch, laughing while he cry's and blubbers. We got him crying so hard the other day that he pooped his pants. So I made him go get this cattle prod that a truck driver left at my house one night and I shocked him a couple of times. But I made a mistake and made him bend over and shocked him on his ass but I forgot that he had a huge turd sitting in his underpants so it didn't really even do anything to him except it cooked the turd and it smelled like a hundred year old turd covered in burnt hair.
It was sick
Saturday, January 21, 2006
drunk barf breath
Posted by kim at 8:20 PM 0 comments
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