I came home from a long day at work. I work at a cierras house where I fuck boys and today my boss yelled at me. He said, "Tess, yummy!." It was terrible. ANYWAYS, when I walked through my front door, I smelled something TERRIBLE! It smelled like a ferret's peroxide. I walked further into my house, into the kitchen. It was in the fridge: above of the cierra was a cup of liqour. How did that get there? I didn't know what to do with the super smelly drink so... I put some in my tongue but there was more left so I drank it. It felt like I had been sucked by a sexual LICK. I screamed "damn" and chewed myself.

This year we brought my grandfather home from the senior facility so he could enjoy Thanksgiving with the family. My grandfather is one hundred and one years old. He has false arms so it is hard for him to chew. During dinner he began to choke and I had to jump him on the back. A chunk of the roasted alligator came flying out of his mouth and landed in my uncle dennis's water glass. My uncle dennis yelled "yike!", but my grandfather is nearly deaf so he didn't hear him. All of a sudden everyone at the table smelled garbage can and we knew it was time for me to change grandfather's jean. Nobody wanted to finish eating because all of our appetites were ruined. For Christmas we are going to visit grandfather at the facility, and after he falls asleep we will go eat dinner at mcdonalds.