Just when I thought I had you under control, you raised that ugly head of yours and started making my life miserable again. I realize you have nothing better to do with your time. It would be nice if you got a real job and left me alone. You could be a grave digger and dig a grave than jump in it. I know, that is too much to ask of you. You and your whole family have always been a bunch of deadbeats. All the way from your siblings Hyper and Hypo to your parents. Your father TED is always up to no good, the way he can make a person’s eye’s itch. He is just so irritating. He always made my whole face swell up and because of him I had to have numerous eye surgeries. I was never cock-eyed till I met him. Well, at least lately he has not been around my house. Just tell him to keep his sorry ass away from me, thank you very much. I have enough to do just putting up with your sorry ass.
Now your mother, and I don’t say that with any respect what so ever, is the worst of your bunch. I have never met such a sorry excuse. Not even you, your siblings or your sorry father can hold a candle to her bad manners. “Cancer Thyroid” they called her. They sure named that old hag right. She is the meanest and the sorriest of the lot of you. The rat bastard would disown her. She should be the first one you bury, if you ever become a grave digger. Actually I think your mother, is the original grave digger. Well, if you take after her, throw her ass in and jump in after her. Don’t worry about covering up the grave. I have friends that will gladly help me shovel the dirt over the both of you.
So, till next time you piss me off, keep a low profile. I am not putting up with your crap any more without a fight.
The Miss’ Graves
Aside: Please continue supporting, Dr. Sarah Myhill, to end the witch hunt for this fine doctor in the UK.