that's because of how she talked about my cat, who happened to be the sweetest cat in the world. Everyone else that ever met him liked him and he was always friendly. She kept calling him "the cat" in a really nasty tone of voice and made a crack about me bringing him back for being sick. Well, less than 36 hours after her last rude ass comment about me bringing him back to the vet who kept telling me everything was fine and dandy, they called me and said he needed to be put to sleep because he had too few red blood cells left.
I wouldn't piss on that cousin if she was on fire. She made me wish psychotic things about her when I was going to be neutral toward her. Those wishes still stand, for the record. So, I have too many cousins. I like most of the rest, except I don't like the oldest boy either because he poked a hole in my Stretch Armstrong action figure and I got a beating for kicking his ass for it. He needed his ass kicked. I kicked his ass again after getting my beating because he rat finked on me for kicking his ass the first time. He needed double his ass kicked for that shit. Fucking wimp went to West Point, joined some part of the military, but then got a medical discharge for being "allergic" to the cold weather wherever the hell he was stationed. I hope he got his ass kicked a few more times while he was in it too, because I don't like him either. I like his younger brother and I like the older sisters of the cousin that works at the vet's office, just not them.
= new reply since forum marked as read
