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WIND THE FUCKING CLOCK BACK BITCHES; I'M BACK AND HERE to remind you about a time when I was complaining about my family and quadruple the lack of responsibility on their part exclusively. My sister in law is a billion more times worthless than previously encapsulated here and my brother in law is a trillion times more retarded than previously known. AND to all you mother fuckers out there in the years of COVID 19, who lived and "worked" at home, a huge fuck you. You don't know what work is and from all of us on the frontlines, I hope you lost your day job.

AND I'm just getting started...coming up next - kids on zoom - laziness at its finest. I hope the next generation never gets a job.

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Retarded....But hear me out.

This is not going to sound right at all and you may think that I’m an asshole but I have to get this out there in the event of being honest and being true to the reasons that I set out to make this blog. These are my feelings and I can’t help what I feel.

I hate my wife’s retarded younger brother.

Hear me out…

The issues surrounding him are very hot button issues that I’ve tried to tread very light on in an effort of compromised and peace.

He gets very angry very quickly. He knows No Boundaries when it comes to opening doors of people’s rooms, bathrooms, eating food including other people’s, and making a mess and not listening. He likes to touch people and yet he has the dirtiest hands of any kid I’ve ever met. Quite frankly, I’d rather stick my fingers at the snatch of a old whore then to high five him. I cringe at the mirror sound of his garbally voice. He wants other people to make him food and juice and everything else yet I have seen him and witnessed him do all of these things for himself. The way he acts seems as if he could run a Fortune 500 company and have no liability. He’s just cognitive enough to be a tattle tale, an asshole, and duplicitous.

Indeed, it is very reckless and he has a very loving mother and my wife loves him to no end without any fault. She thinks it’s her job to Mother him and take care of him if anything should happen. Now me being an only child, these are concepts I cannot grasp in any form or fashion.

Babysitting this troglodyte is a whole other type of hell to which I’ve had the unpleasantness of partaking. The worst part is that my wife has a younger sister as well that has the responsibility of watching him. Why do do I say this? Because she has no job. She tried to continue in her first year of college and she didn’t like it so then she just quit because it was too hard. I will talk more on this later as this is an abomination in and of itself. And yet I’m the one that works the hardest 10 hours a day 5 days a week and my wife works as well. The last thing I want to come home to is chaos and disorder but alas my wishes are never granted. So when the girls want to go out and do something they just go out and leave me with him. Now yet even though it seems I’m in charge I’m really not in charge. He becomes unstable, moody, grouchy, hungry, tired, and the most unpleasant of people when nobody else is around. He is 13 and he cannot do anything for himself like put on his own movie or play with his own toys by himself he has to have other people around. I guess that’s his white noise, who knows. But he becomes inpatient the later that the girls are out and much more unstable, an irritant, and he does not listen.

I would like to enjoy my child-less life for just a little longer for I’m not in the mode of babysitting other people’s kids at almost 30 years old.

Family is anything but peaceful. I can already tell as I get older I am finding it much more difficult to willingly compromise, have large amounts of patience, and inder situations that I am beyond and ultimately do not pay to partake.

I am a very hard worker I deserve peace and quiet I deserve my own place and I deserve the right to choose the people I want to be around for the rest of my life. I’m sorry this is what I believe. I did not work hard in school and graduate college (with honors) to be in a subpar situation.

I am not in college anymore therefore I do not have nor want roommates. Growing up watching my friends having brothers and sisters, all they wanted to do was to grow up and get away from each other. Not because they didn’t love each other but because that’s what people do. At least that’s what American families do. That’s why we have Thanksgiving so we can visit each other once a year and be done with it. Now I’m not trying to throw a unhealthy spin on the family unit in America, but give me a break. That’s what normal families do when they grow up and get out and get on with their lives.

My wife and her family are Hispanic and are incredibly loving and I’m Caucasian. Maybe, and just maybe, it’s me trying to transition to this newfound situation.

At this moment is where the friction actually starts because I am trying my hardest to work my hardest to leave this household with my wife and my sanity. It is my ultimate goal to have independent freedom my own place in to leave this house once and for all.

In the end I’m only trying to be honest because you can’t make this shit up.

You know the funny thing is he’s a very loving kid my wife’s brother and maybe hate is a strong word….

….Oh wait…..I hear him bumbling down the stairs like night muggers from Home Alone shooting god knows which Nerf gun he has completely loaded…

…..Nevermind…. I hate him.

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That's funny shit......

UNITED AIRLINES BE LIKE…..

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Fuck you Karen!

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This is what I want to do to fucking retards in my family…

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I'd love for Tumblr to Grace me with followers or otherwise, this shit doesn't work. I'll see you tumblers real soon! Chow!

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Retarded....But hear me out.

This is not going to sound right at all and you may think that I’m an asshole but I have to get this out there in the event of being honest and being true to the reasons that I set out to make this blog. These are my feelings and I can’t help what I feel.

I hate my wife’s retarded younger brother.

Hear me out…

The issues surrounding him are very hot button issues that I’ve tried to tread very light on in an effort of compromised and peace.

He gets very angry very quickly. He knows No Boundaries when it comes to opening doors of people’s rooms, bathrooms, eating food including other people’s, and making a mess and not listening. He likes to touch people and yet he has the dirtiest hands of any kid I’ve ever met. Quite frankly, I’d rather stick my fingers at the snatch of a old whore then to high five him. I cringe at the mirror sound of his garbally voice. He wants other people to make him food and juice and everything else yet I have seen him and witnessed him do all of these things for himself. The way he acts seems as if he could run a Fortune 500 company and have no liability. He’s just cognitive enough to be a tattle tale, an asshole, and duplicitous.

Indeed, it is very reckless and he has a very loving mother and my wife loves him to no end without any fault. She thinks it’s her job to Mother him and take care of him if anything should happen. Now me being an only child, these are concepts I cannot grasp in any form or fashion.

Babysitting this troglodyte is a whole other type of hell to which I’ve had the unpleasantness of partaking. The worst part is that my wife has a younger sister as well that has the responsibility of watching him. Why do do I say this? Because she has no job. She tried to continue in her first year of college and she didn’t like it so then she just quit because it was too hard. I will talk more on this later as this is an abomination in and of itself. And yet I’m the one that works the hardest 10 hours a day 5 days a week and my wife works as well. The last thing I want to come home to is chaos and disorder but alas my wishes are never granted. So when the girls want to go out and do something they just go out and leave me with him. Now yet even though it seems I’m in charge I’m really not in charge. He becomes unstable, moody, grouchy, hungry, tired, and the most unpleasant of people when nobody else is around. He is 13 and he cannot do anything for himself like put on his own movie or play with his own toys by himself he has to have other people around. I guess that’s his white noise, who knows. But he becomes inpatient the later that the girls are out and much more unstable, an irritant, and he does not listen.

I would like to enjoy my child-less life for just a little longer for I’m not in the mode of babysitting other people’s kids at almost 30 years old.

Family is anything but peaceful. I can already tell as I get older I am finding it much more difficult to willingly compromise, have large amounts of patience, and inder situations that I am beyond and ultimately do not pay to partake.

I am a very hard worker I deserve peace and quiet I deserve my own place and I deserve the right to choose the people I want to be around for the rest of my life. I’m sorry this is what I believe. I did not work hard in school and graduate college (with honors) to be in a subpar situation.

I am not in college anymore therefore I do not have nor want roommates. Growing up watching my friends having brothers and sisters, all they wanted to do was to grow up and get away from each other. Not because they didn’t love each other but because that’s what people do. At least that’s what American families do. That’s why we have Thanksgiving so we can visit each other once a year and be done with it. Now I’m not trying to throw a unhealthy spin on the family unit in America, but give me a break. That’s what normal families do when they grow up and get out and get on with their lives.

My wife and her family are Hispanic and are incredibly loving and I’m Caucasian. Maybe, and just maybe, it’s me trying to transition to this newfound situation.

At this moment is where the friction actually starts because I am trying my hardest to work my hardest to leave this household with my wife and my sanity. It is my ultimate goal to have independent freedom my own place in to leave this house once and for all.

In the end I’m only trying to be honest because you can’t make this shit up.

You know the funny thing is he’s a very loving kid my wife’s brother and maybe hate is a strong word….

….Oh wait…..I hear him bumbling down the stairs like night muggers from Home Alone shooting god knows which Nerf gun he has completely loaded…

…..Nevermind…. I hate him.

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Well put sir.

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So few pleasures in life....But here's one.

With all the crap from my family, it's hard to get any pleasure out of this life these days and especially when we all work so hard. It seems that there is no time for me to enjoy anything in this life anymore, and that time, as little as it is, begins to dwindle even more. All this said, there is one small pleasure that I do take part in before I leave for work early early in the morning. We have a rotating fan in our room as well as our ceiling fan. A rotating fan I said to stationary and aim it towards my wife. I have a lot of gas and bloating and it's hard to let it out around people but part of my early morning routine is to fart against this fan so that my wife that is a sleep can smell it when she wakes up. This makes an inevitably big fart cloud for her early morning routine wake up. We go to bed mad mostly these days so for her to wake up lunging for air in our fart clouded room gives me small joys in this life.