Every year, somebody's mother, aunt, or granny is slaving over a stove for the whole day - cooking all of that food so that a family can come together and enjoy it. People work really hard to clean the house and set the table, all for this one dinner. But there is always that one @sshole that wants to "drop a bomb" right in the middle of it all. You mean to tell me there is no better time to tell your family that you're gay, going to jail, killed a man, or got a bytch pregnant? Is it really necessary to ruin all of that hard work and completely change the joyful energy in the air because your selfish ass doesn't have enough balls to say these things any other time?
fukk them hoes.
its something about that picturesque thanksgiving dinner that gets under everyones skin. everybody faking the funk like our family isnt dysfunctional. thats why i love my drunk uncle cause he always on his game.
once he cracks open that 3rd 40 oz i be like, " let the fukkery begin!" nikka always bringin up a story from 1976 when my grandma stole his school clothes money and lost it at the track