As I was cleaning Peter's house as usual, I heard him swearing at his computer as he has been for the past month now. I was on the phone with my husband, Joebear, and we were laughing our asses off. Joebear could barely breathe. He was using his high-pitched quick laugh as he was crying. I had the phone on speaker while we listened to Peter swear ( Read more... )

After everyone ate his or her fill of corn, most people went to their homes. While everyone was on his or her way home, a self-important smurf cut off an old white man with his carriage of blue draft horses. O.W.M. was angry enough to pursue S.I.S to the edge of the beach and call him an M.F. He fed that S.I.S some more alphabet soup ( Read more... )

A/N: Thanksgiving holiday drama at its finest for the fourth year in a row ( Read more... )