Hell yeah. I skipped the weed this time because my tolerance is gone and that makes me unpredictable. But yeah fueled by adderall, champagne, beer, and prime rib I had a great time helping my niece understand that her art is just as important to us as her brothers’ sports.
Only got into one pseudo argument when I met my sister-in-law’s new “friend”. He was the kind that makes sure you know he’s got money as soon as you meet him. Offered to give me the mayor’s phone number when I was shit talking the police. I just replied that I hate politicians too.
Yeah the mayor of some town of 10k, definitely want to be friends with that shitbag.
He did offer that I could bring my rifle and we could shoot on his land. He said he had some bulletproof vests we could use as test targets. Pretty tempting. Doubt it’ll ever happen though.
Oh man, my sister-in-law’s absolute trashbag alcoholic friend rocked up later in the evening and I as soon as she showed up I just retreated to a bedroom, put some jungle on my headphones, smoked up and played Switch until she left. Was actually a really nice wind down to a hectic day, my wife kept coming in to tell me stories about the trashbag’s ridiculous antics.
I’m glad your wife understands you so well. I’ll forever be devoted to mine because she stood with me through my most depraved years of severe alcoholism. I had to be good and drunk before I went to any family function. Made an ass of myself and embarrassed her countless times. It’s nice to be able to remember Christmas these days even though I still kinda hate the holiday. I hate this time of year. I hate the dark. I hate the cold. But it’s also the best it’s ever been really.
Yeah, this year I just chained myself to a radiator and shot up on heroin and crack. Perfectly safe, though apparently my outstretched hand would occasionally scratch or caress furniture. I just can’t deal with people, so this is how I cope. That, and encouraging my nieces and nephews to fight each over over my political beliefs…
Do some fucking drugs and encourage your younger family to be better than the shitty uncle.
I’d love to hear how you shoot up crack though that’s like a next level speedball. Maybe you could even get the baking soda out and purify it. We could call it something different though.
Hell yeah. I skipped the weed this time because my tolerance is gone and that makes me unpredictable. But yeah fueled by adderall, champagne, beer, and prime rib I had a great time helping my niece understand that her art is just as important to us as her brothers’ sports.
Only got into one pseudo argument when I met my sister-in-law’s new “friend”. He was the kind that makes sure you know he’s got money as soon as you meet him. Offered to give me the mayor’s phone number when I was shit talking the police. I just replied that I hate politicians too.
Yeah the mayor of some town of 10k, definitely want to be friends with that shitbag.
He did offer that I could bring my rifle and we could shoot on his land. He said he had some bulletproof vests we could use as test targets. Pretty tempting. Doubt it’ll ever happen though.
Oh man, my sister-in-law’s absolute trashbag alcoholic friend rocked up later in the evening and I as soon as she showed up I just retreated to a bedroom, put some jungle on my headphones, smoked up and played Switch until she left. Was actually a really nice wind down to a hectic day, my wife kept coming in to tell me stories about the trashbag’s ridiculous antics.
I’m glad your wife understands you so well. I’ll forever be devoted to mine because she stood with me through my most depraved years of severe alcoholism. I had to be good and drunk before I went to any family function. Made an ass of myself and embarrassed her countless times. It’s nice to be able to remember Christmas these days even though I still kinda hate the holiday. I hate this time of year. I hate the dark. I hate the cold. But it’s also the best it’s ever been really.
Yeah, this year I just chained myself to a radiator and shot up on heroin and crack. Perfectly safe, though apparently my outstretched hand would occasionally scratch or caress furniture. I just can’t deal with people, so this is how I cope. That, and encouraging my nieces and nephews to fight each over over my political beliefs…
…Lemmy do you hear yourself sometimes?
I hear you.
Do some fucking drugs and encourage your younger family to be better than the shitty uncle.
I’d love to hear how you shoot up crack though that’s like a next level speedball. Maybe you could even get the baking soda out and purify it. We could call it something different though.
I always just smoked the stuff.