We've all heard the saying of shit hitting the fan...well guess what happens when turds collide? You are either left with shit splattered everywhere or one giant turd. I'm still trying to figure out which of the two I have to deal with at the moment. It seems that the Tick and the significant other are in fact two planet size turds, sent to earth by a God with a really warped sense of humor. Yes, sent here to test my sanity on a moment by moment basis. The worst part is that they are not alone, no it seems that there are actually hundreds if not thousands of giant, fat assed turds living among us. All just as worthless as the Tick and some even more stupid.
The Tick's responsibility was with us this entire weekend while they were at a sporting event out of town. Once they had returned to town, they still could not manage to come visit or take care of the responsibility. When asked, they responded with "they had work or needed to visit a parental unit. Oh, I'm so sorry that you have a life and that mine seems to get in the way of yours. Please don't let the fact that you are using my vehicle, paying your phone bill, took care of your animals or your responsibility upset your plans or cause you a moments mental angst. When the wakeup call finally happens, I just wish them luck. Just know that there will NOT be a ticket waiting at the counter for either of them.
One of the largest turds is the other grandparent. You have all read what a mental giant they are. Anyway, when all transpired this weekend guess who was not to be found? You guessed right, this enormous, moron of a turd could not even answer the phone when called about seeing the child. Oh, but they have a good heart. I'm so tired of the spouse attempting to put golden lace on that stupid pile of crap.
Just nineteen days and a wakeup and I'm BEEP, BEEP out of here.
The Tick's responsibility was with us this entire weekend while they were at a sporting event out of town. Once they had returned to town, they still could not manage to come visit or take care of the responsibility. When asked, they responded with "they had work or needed to visit a parental unit. Oh, I'm so sorry that you have a life and that mine seems to get in the way of yours. Please don't let the fact that you are using my vehicle, paying your phone bill, took care of your animals or your responsibility upset your plans or cause you a moments mental angst. When the wakeup call finally happens, I just wish them luck. Just know that there will NOT be a ticket waiting at the counter for either of them.
One of the largest turds is the other grandparent. You have all read what a mental giant they are. Anyway, when all transpired this weekend guess who was not to be found? You guessed right, this enormous, moron of a turd could not even answer the phone when called about seeing the child. Oh, but they have a good heart. I'm so tired of the spouse attempting to put golden lace on that stupid pile of crap.
Just nineteen days and a wakeup and I'm BEEP, BEEP out of here.
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