Christmastime is finally over
My brain-damaged housemate Toula is finally taking down the Christmas tree. There’s an odd symmetry here: Put it up to celebrate Christ’s birthday, take it down on Hitler’s birthday. This is not actually an unusual time of year for her to take it down. It’s only thanks to the nagging of her sister, That Cunt Gina, that it ever comes down. At least it’s an artificial tree this year, unlike the combustible brown piles of kindling she’s left hanging around in the living room in the past.
Meanwhile, That Cunt Gina is playing the same goddamn irritating song over and over while they scream at each other. I’m going to have to kill them. As soon as they get that tree down, that is.
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