I'm fifty-one years old and grew up thinking I would accomplish great things. I've spent the last half a century thinking that I'm going to be substantial and a winner. My wife has gained a hundred pounds and asks me if she's pretty. What am I supposed to say? "Sure. pretty much too fat to fuck"? She snores so bad I have to sleep on the couch so I don't fucking yell at her in her sleep. My grown kid ignores me and never lets me see my granddaughter. Of course they see his in-laws every weekend. My 22-year old is retarded and needs fifteen thousand dollars worth of dental work because he's too fucking negligent to brush his rotten mouth. And this is after I spent five grand on his fucking braces years ago while he still tried to act normal. Now he cannot even help the other retarded third-grader with his homework. My wife is too fucking fat to do housework so the place is a fucking pigpen because my wife is too lazy or busy stringing beads to even strawboss the 22yo to get him to clean up. My six-year-old girl has a life-threatening disease that gives her crippling rapid-onset large joint arthritis and internal bleeding when she gets stressed so i can't even raise my voice about "let's clean the fucking house" and of course my wife is too busy threading beads to help the kids with homework. Of course she needs to run errands just before I get home from work so When I do get home from work I have to do any cleaning that gets done. Because her back hurts because she broke it and got too fat to move her lazy ass. I got bad tax advice and now the IRS has taken almost all of my last four paychecks. I've been selling everything I have and still have to choose between an oil change that's 6000 miles overdue and getting a Christmas tree. Merry fucking Christmas! The only reason I don't put the baby desert eagle in the empty safe in my mouth and pull the trigger is that I defaulted on my life insurance policy a year ago and my kids would starve. Then that Chicago-mobster socialist cocksucker running this country into the ground would win and my ids would be his owners' slaves. Fuck him and fuck you if you voted for him. Land of the free and home of the brave? If I were brave I'd fucking do something. But fatigue makes cowards out of all of us, doesn't it, Lombardi? | |
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