Shorty's back for a short stay, presumably because her hostel is pest infested and stale smelling, with chipped walls, menstrual blood stained mattress and pesky Orietation group leaders.
Now that the Queen Bitch has someone to talk to, she no longer has to scream to the four walls or barge into my room just to accuse me of not doing something stupidly trivial (like washing a jam spoon), and interrupt my already very sporadic bouts of revision.
Anyway, I had previously blogged about the over reaction of the family members over Evil Grandmother's stroke in the Old Blog.
Well, as I had expected, SHE DIDN'T DIE!!
Surprise! Surprise!
=.=!!
She has recovered enough to be able to lift her hands to give rude hand signs and open her eyes to stare manacingly.
*Ridicule*
The Queen Bitch's side has been fucking over reacting over her stroke without thinking with their usually (very) logical heads. Pfft.
And anyway, the E.G's been too evil in her lifetime to want to even think of her life after death. She might eternally burn in hell.
Any smart enough person would be able to gauge and know that living on Earth is better than eternal damnation.
Maybe she should consider converting to Christianity to seek more forgiveness before she gives her life up.
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