OK so the last time I posted I told y'all about my eye. That is getting better. Now for the new twist in my messed up life; and for all of you relatives this post should be especially interesting. I was talking with my mom the other day and was asking her some things about the wedding and the subject came up that certain other people in the family were asking her questions about the wedding and she would not answer them. Any way once I told her who had said what she became really mad and then she told me about something that had really been bothering her. GET THIS : a few weekends ago my aunt GLENDA invited herself out to their house unannounced while my mother was out in town shopping and my father was in bed sleeping. When she returned home from shopping and saw that Glenda's car was there she was annoyed, the outrage came later. As she went into the house and headed into the kitchen she saw Glenda in the bed with my dad while he was trying to sleep she had crawled her fat tub of lard butt up into their bed and was laying next to my dad!
EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me myself I had always thought that Glenda was gay and that her "friend" from church was her partner. Who knows, but she sure didn't have a good reason to be in the bed with my dad. Fat little home wrecker; my poor dad was asleep and knew nothing about it. I think that this post sounds mean, but better on here than said to her face which is what she needs. Maybe she will come to the wedding and want to converse.
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hahahahahahahaha! This one was to funny. You know this post kind of reminded me of the song that Gretchen wilson sung "Home Wrecker". Glenda is just a little go getter. lol! hehehehehehehhe maybe she might want to confess her sins since we will be at a church during your wedding. I will make sure to have the viedo camera ready so I can get every minute of it.
confession.... what is that? Our family doesnt seem to know the meaning of it and they certainly dont know how to show compassion or get along for ten minuites at a get together. At least I wont be called a turkey at the wedding.
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