“Do we need the shovel too?” my daughter asked me.
“Yes. Wheelbarrow them both, and later bring them back.”
“Yes. Wheelbarrow them both, and later bring them back.”
They will eventually kill me.
I’m the one with a “V;” the ringleader is “T.”
It’s all about what they consider acceptable, in and for society.
If you’re a sheep among wolves, they will blame the sheep for the flesh-tearing and eating.
“You shouldn’t have brought attention to yourself; you shouldn’t have been bleeding.”
Our majority, and agreed upon lines? - your toeing is never meeting.
“It’s acceptable to us for him; it’s acceptable to us for her too.”
“Not you though. Never, you!”
“We don’t approve of what you say or do.”
“Beware always of any self-righteous judge, who justifies his or her viciousness, beneath the cloak of a grudge.”
By Aunties Tbone
I thought, “Great! Before it was only his attitude that was the pits.”
The crowbar
Nome
“Told you not to play with a crab.”
Want to know my sensation?
“Lamentation!”
“You bear up incredibly well!”
“Yes! - I’m good at grinning, while strolling through flames of hell.”
“Let me pause, and warm my palms.”
“Your life sucks - we made it so! - how would you like some alms?”
“Charity? I’m a man of distinction, God’s great rarity. I don’t need any alms.”
“You’ve been accused of having greasy palms.”
“Me? Accused? By these same horrible people, I have never been excused.”
They are making money somehow, off my downfall.
Trust me: God is going to kill them all.
In a variety of ways, and throughout their remaining days: even if it takes until the End of Days, God is going to kill them all.
Every cursed one of them!
By Aunties Tbone
He was laying in bed one night when he heard quite clearly, “Moo!” “Ssss!”
For some people, you are a thumbs down, all of your life.
They’ll always give you that hidden knife.
Right between the blades, with various blades.
They hate you, because they feel superior to you.
They can have absolutely no reason; they don’t think, they act without reason.
“He thinks he’s so smart!”
“No, the problem is your blackened heart.”
The problem is your outsized ego; there is no limit, to where you will not go.
When dealing with such human devils, remember always from the very start.
The problem is that blackened heart.
By Aunties Tbone
I said to the officer, “Yes! I know it’s not exactly what you’re looking for, but I use it for fishing all the time, so you can’t say it’s not a license.”
I get out to the garage like a sprinter; she follows me out and just keeps at it, like a marathon runner.
We were at a traffic light when they were crossing in front of us, and I yelled out from the back seat, “Look, Mom! Vampires!” That’s what a diet of Christopher Lee and Bela Lugosi will do for ya!
“All I wanna do is zoom-zoom on my broom-broom.”
“You’re such a hog!”
“It’s a good thing you color your roots. I would have no other way of knowing you’re really a brunette.”
They should have to carry orange caution flags too!
Copying my life again: he’s a carbon copy.
As common as that plant in Afghanistan: a rudimentary, plant-poppy.
“Inhale deeply, your copium.”
Man-mass full of ass; smoke it bitch, like opium.
“Oh so loathsome, fallen star!”
No one is twinkling, for who you are; you’re no star-bright, or bright!
You might be a ghost, they’ll see tonight.
“Tee-hee!”
Isn’t that JUST so sad?
You came into this world, thinking you’re so bad?
“Bad-baddie, sinking-to-so-saddie!”
Ha! Ha! Ha!
By Aunties Tbone
I never realized it was possible to live in a deep freezer.
and it occurs to you suddenly that you had better brake, or you’re going to break something.