So, it was about 6:35 pm on March the 18th 2005 when my mom was about to leave to go out on the town with her friends that she hasn't hung out with in 2 years or so. Shawn is also getting ready to go out for the weekend and be gone...oooh i was so excited. A nice long weekend without his stupidity..
But what do i hear right after he goes out the back door to leave for the weekend. *Thud* "Ow! my ******** god!"
Oh my spirit just fell through the floor.
The back door swings open with him limping in the doorway. Me and mom rush to see what's wrong as he curses some nonsence that has less sentence structure then a first grader's speech.
So, let's see. The brain dead oaf had gone outside and "tripped" over one of the dogg's tennis balls. He kept screaming about how he broke his ankle and it was all the dog's fault. So, his ankle blows up from the size of a walnut to the size of a large orange in about 1 minute.
Welp..there goes all my mom's plans and all of Shawn's stupid a** plans and all my hopes for a peaceful weekend.
So i help him hobble out to the car, not to mention he was reaking of nothing but alochol. Yeah, that has nothing to do with the accident..2 beers and 2 shots are fine for an alcholic.
They finely get back home around 9 something and my mom tells me he badly sprained his ankle. But because of the accident he went into some kind of shock because the doctors said they couldn't find any blood pressure on him anywhere. Wow...crazy..i could never figure someone that kills so much of his body with poison would have any heart or blood pressure problems.
*sighs* Well..that's my little rant. Time to hit the hay and get up for work and go on with another weekend with my hero Shawn home ALL WEEKEND!! oh, and yes..the lovely sound of his voice when he shouts for someone to get him something to drink because he can't move. Whew...look out friends of mine, cause i ain't staying at my house anytime this weekend..
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Never Ending Hate for Shawn
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If your name is Shawn, this is no directed at you. It is aimed at the good for nothing husband of my mother.
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