I don't even wanna get started. This snake pit of The Daddler's family is more than I can take. The calls have trickled in today. Each time, I hear The D happily telling about his newfound urinary incontinence. Damn. He doesn't mention the other kind.
What's up with that?
He's 80 years old today, and it's all about him. I've been busting my ass to get ready for a fucking cookout this evening. I won't even get started.
Besides, I need to go shuck some fuckin' corn. And start boiling potatoes and eggs. Because that's what I want. Some real potato salad. And deviled eggs. Nobody does it better. I'm not good at much, but I have a few gifts. So The D might say it's pretty good, but I know better...
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