I was really dreading going home from work tonight. I knew I was gonna have to go home and kiss my aunt's ass...feeding her some crap like, "It doesn't look bad at all! Why did you do that, anyways?" Then she'd go into some lame excuse, and I'd have to pretend like I cared. It didn't end up being so bad, though. I came through the front door, looked at her for a second, and told her she looks like Susan Powter, then scurried away to the kitchen where I thought I'd be safe. Boy, did I think wrong. I was safe from my aunt, but my uncle was sitting there just waiting for some poor, unsuspecting soul to come around so that he could state the obvious and talk about how mad he is. Oh, I wish I had a tape recorder.
"She looks like a butch dike."
"I don't have a wife - I have a husband!"
And it only got worse from there. At one point, she heard him complaining and yelled, "I will not be controlled!"
His response? "Yes, sir..."
I'm beginning to really believe she has lost her mind. My uncle says so too.
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