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ah yes, christmas, such a jolly time.
actually it was only jolly in my house for about 2 hours.
anyways..
i got : halo 2 (and beat it), call of duty finest hour (died too many times and got angry), a fucking bass guitar hell shit fucking ass yes, an airsoft gun, and um...underwear.
oh and jammies yus!
so then at dinner my brother is pissed that i get to sit at the "big people table" and he doesnt, he's twenty-one, but i'm better than him so oh well.
so he's taking it out on his girlfriends daughter, and he's all "no you can't eat until you say 'merry christmas' and if you don't i'm taking all your toys away and throwing them out."
so he's going off, and she starts crying, and then jeanie, his girlfriend, starts crying, and they get into a big fight, and i'm upstairs learning how to play the fucking bass, and theres all kinds of screaming, and i sit back and laugh and pluck at the strings awkwardly.
then my ass of a brother tries to be funny and intelligent at the same time, and talks about how at our old house the lake in our back yard was founded on goose shit, and i swoop in and own him with all sorts of facts that actually make sense, like how it was a peat bog and you could tell because when you would start a fire the ground would burn.
and my toilet is still broken.
and the flusher doesn't work.
so i can't shit in my own bathroom, and i'm too afraid to shit in the others because SOMEONE in my family is bound to have herpes or gonnoreah or aids.
and the ulcer in my mouth is getting bigger and i keep shoving salt into it and it burns like fucking crazy...
anyways happy fucking holidays to anyone that actually read this.
which won't be any of you cuz maria is going to florida.
actually it was only jolly in my house for about 2 hours.
anyways..
i got : halo 2 (and beat it), call of duty finest hour (died too many times and got angry), a fucking bass guitar hell shit fucking ass yes, an airsoft gun, and um...underwear.
oh and jammies yus!
so then at dinner my brother is pissed that i get to sit at the "big people table" and he doesnt, he's twenty-one, but i'm better than him so oh well.
so he's taking it out on his girlfriends daughter, and he's all "no you can't eat until you say 'merry christmas' and if you don't i'm taking all your toys away and throwing them out."
so he's going off, and she starts crying, and then jeanie, his girlfriend, starts crying, and they get into a big fight, and i'm upstairs learning how to play the fucking bass, and theres all kinds of screaming, and i sit back and laugh and pluck at the strings awkwardly.
then my ass of a brother tries to be funny and intelligent at the same time, and talks about how at our old house the lake in our back yard was founded on goose shit, and i swoop in and own him with all sorts of facts that actually make sense, like how it was a peat bog and you could tell because when you would start a fire the ground would burn.
and my toilet is still broken.
and the flusher doesn't work.
so i can't shit in my own bathroom, and i'm too afraid to shit in the others because SOMEONE in my family is bound to have herpes or gonnoreah or aids.
and the ulcer in my mouth is getting bigger and i keep shoving salt into it and it burns like fucking crazy...
anyways happy fucking holidays to anyone that actually read this.
which won't be any of you cuz maria is going to florida.