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Dysfunctional festuvis
Christmas holidays was yet again another dysfunctional disaster, a dysfunctional family only held together with a dysfunctional plaster.
You know the kind, so where shall I start, let's see what dysfunction Santa has in his dysfunctional cart.
A dysfunctional sister who lacks empathy, a dysfunctional brother in love only with money.
A dysfunctional mother who's life's work is being a drunk, a dysfunctional drunk father who's a wife beating jerk.
I miss my family and I could truly live with all the dysfunctional of that, if they could just stop holding dysfunctional grudges and for one day a year come back.
But
Noooooooooooooooooo
Heaven forbid one of them swallow their pride, but they will all regret being so selfish after our parents have died.
Are they ever in for a ruthless surprise, when the will is read after our parents have died.
There unlucky lack of compassion will be my lucky compassionate windfall, for the will has been changed and me that's getting it all.
So those dysfunctional grudge holders who were to good for the whole, can bitch about it to each other next year around a festuvis pole !
Published 3rd Jan 2016
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