Speed Kills — The Christmas Edition
Not even Santa can take another minute of this Christmas season. At least not without a little “pumping up” from Mrs. Claus and the elves. Maybe it’s all the warm weather and green grass in December that did him in. Or maybe it was all the booze and bad movies that pushed him over the edge.
For me, it was the pre-mature arrival of my in-laws. They got here two Bloody Marys ahead of schedule today. The Mother-in-Law is ok as she is a genuinely sweet person and might be nominated for sainthood some day. The lazy, ignorant, fat ass that she’s married to is the biggest waste of a cum shot known to mankind. And that’s me being nice about it. He has exactly zero redeeming features. None. Nada. Zip. Zero. If I sat at the keyboard all day I couldn’t give you a good reason for his existence. He’s a shit bag that’s over-stuffed and overflowing.
But, it’s only two days. Then we can have the house dis-infected. And to make THE WOMAN happy I can put up with a lot of shit. But so help me if he bitches once about having to sleep on the futon in the spare bedroom there will be a killing in our house.
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