MIL Chronicles (part deux) *language and adult content-which is real life for me*
MIL: could you imagine being that rich?
She's speaking of the orange guy fucking shit up.
Me: nope
MIL: don't you wish you could marry him, because he wouldn't want to just date he is honorable and wants to be married
Me: you mean the guy that has cheated on every wife, 2 of the 3 immigrants and then marries the mistress? That guy? No. Not just no...
MIL: oh come on you'd be living in all that gold!
Me: I like my house that I work for, thank you.
MIL: but if you could get a million dollars you'd sleep with him wouldn't you?
Me: NOT JUST NO, hell no
MIL: why not!
Me: first, he's disgusting. Second he hates women, old people, poor people and anyone who isn't orange like him. Third he's a douche. Forth I've seen his little tiny thumbs and THAT would be a waste of my time. SIZE MATTERS
MIL: laughing so hard she is crying .... Debra get out of here!
Me: 🎤 drop. Close the door. Lock her in. Go scrub my mind with Clorox at the very idea.
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