Personal Hell
Posted: April 15th, 2010, 9:12 pm
So there I was.....5 years ago.....covered in 927. My wife of almost 9 years asks me. "Hey I have some friends that are driving down from Washington...they are on their way to San Diego. Can they sleep her for the night? Being the kind type...sure...I dont care....
Thus! They interject into our lives like a social disease that does not go away. They show up...I am cordial out of respect for my wife. I soon learn this is a mistake. My wife is a kind woman.....ALL SoCal hoons can attest!
The arrival: I am cleaning my CR500 up and they show up. I see the wife....she resembles "Slimer" off Ghostbusters only smells worse and a lazy eye that is creepy! So I name her "EyeBall"
Her husbad....I deduce...a silly stupid fuck who thinks he is Greg Lemont. He is wearing a full spandex body suit thingy. Resembles nothing short of a fat dick wearing a small pedal bikers hat. Dude looked like he swallowed a medicine ball. Faggot.....
I maintain discipline...until he asks me..."So what are you going to cook me to eat?" My mind reels quickly to a mental image of a cold turd on a dixie paper plate. Then I come to my senses and think...."Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
The next day....fed up already. Fock it! I am going the gym to sweat it all out a laugh. I remember Ronny (my wife) making 7-8 logs of Kimbob (Korean California Rolls) before I left. I hammered out over an hour of cardio. I am thinking, "Shit, why waste this..eating something bad....Oh yeah! Ronny is makin KimBob...lowfat goodness!"
I get home...hungry as hell from my workout. I crack the fridge. ..........I feel my temp rise as my eyes dart from corner to corner of the fridge....no Kimbob! I interdict the wife in the hallway..."WTF happened!" "Where is the Kimbob?" Her reply,' Oh they ate it all." Eight fuckin logs!!!!! How the hell!!!!. Thats enough for 5 people. Piss on it...I am taking a shower to cool off.
I get out of the shower and am taking my stinky gym clothes to the pantry. As I cruise down the hallway...I catch a whif. "Holy Christ!" I was scared the chest freezer shit the bed in the pantry! I ran down the hall nervous that food had gone bad. No.......chest freezer is on full cool? In complete bewilderment.....WTF? I walked back up the hallway in detective mode. When I came abreast of my sons room...it hit me like a foul rotten fish smell upper hook. Coughing/gagging I ran up the hall in retreat mode. WTF...yet again!?
I intercepted the wife... "What in the name of god is that smell emitting from the hallway?! Her reply, The smell is her puss. She has a slight problem." Problem!? Get them the fuck out of here...burn those sheets!!!!! Chem-Tool those meat curtains!
The wife shoots me down. I evacuate to the garage and sip on a beer in a chair. Shortly there after "HE" shows up. He asks me....are there hills around here? I like to ride my bike. I reply with a devilish grim...yeah there are hills...want me to show you? Oh yes! Well get back into your spandex and I will give you a the penny tour.
I had the mind to roost the fuck out of him on the 500. I guess I folded....I am too kind. Instead. I took him 7+ miles out and left him. Took me 5 minutes to get home and him 2 hours.
So what do we do? We move to Washington.....only to learn they beat us up here...
I am damned!
Thus! They interject into our lives like a social disease that does not go away. They show up...I am cordial out of respect for my wife. I soon learn this is a mistake. My wife is a kind woman.....ALL SoCal hoons can attest!
The arrival: I am cleaning my CR500 up and they show up. I see the wife....she resembles "Slimer" off Ghostbusters only smells worse and a lazy eye that is creepy! So I name her "EyeBall"
Her husbad....I deduce...a silly stupid fuck who thinks he is Greg Lemont. He is wearing a full spandex body suit thingy. Resembles nothing short of a fat dick wearing a small pedal bikers hat. Dude looked like he swallowed a medicine ball. Faggot.....
I maintain discipline...until he asks me..."So what are you going to cook me to eat?" My mind reels quickly to a mental image of a cold turd on a dixie paper plate. Then I come to my senses and think...."Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
The next day....fed up already. Fock it! I am going the gym to sweat it all out a laugh. I remember Ronny (my wife) making 7-8 logs of Kimbob (Korean California Rolls) before I left. I hammered out over an hour of cardio. I am thinking, "Shit, why waste this..eating something bad....Oh yeah! Ronny is makin KimBob...lowfat goodness!"
I get home...hungry as hell from my workout. I crack the fridge. ..........I feel my temp rise as my eyes dart from corner to corner of the fridge....no Kimbob! I interdict the wife in the hallway..."WTF happened!" "Where is the Kimbob?" Her reply,' Oh they ate it all." Eight fuckin logs!!!!! How the hell!!!!. Thats enough for 5 people. Piss on it...I am taking a shower to cool off.
I get out of the shower and am taking my stinky gym clothes to the pantry. As I cruise down the hallway...I catch a whif. "Holy Christ!" I was scared the chest freezer shit the bed in the pantry! I ran down the hall nervous that food had gone bad. No.......chest freezer is on full cool? In complete bewilderment.....WTF? I walked back up the hallway in detective mode. When I came abreast of my sons room...it hit me like a foul rotten fish smell upper hook. Coughing/gagging I ran up the hall in retreat mode. WTF...yet again!?
I intercepted the wife... "What in the name of god is that smell emitting from the hallway?! Her reply, The smell is her puss. She has a slight problem." Problem!? Get them the fuck out of here...burn those sheets!!!!! Chem-Tool those meat curtains!
The wife shoots me down. I evacuate to the garage and sip on a beer in a chair. Shortly there after "HE" shows up. He asks me....are there hills around here? I like to ride my bike. I reply with a devilish grim...yeah there are hills...want me to show you? Oh yes! Well get back into your spandex and I will give you a the penny tour.
I had the mind to roost the fuck out of him on the 500. I guess I folded....I am too kind. Instead. I took him 7+ miles out and left him. Took me 5 minutes to get home and him 2 hours.
So what do we do? We move to Washington.....only to learn they beat us up here...
I am damned!