Kawaii Grandma Katherine and her husband, Obese Grandpa Owen, are having relationship problems. He's constantly cheating on her with other women and men on a daily basis. Katherine decided she's had enough of this good for nothing, broke, fat, Cauca...
A droplet of sweat trickled down my wrinkled forehead, meeting my nose and then dripping to the ground making a quiet splashing sound. With my back hunched over picking up the horse doodoo, I swept my dandruff coated strands into a messy bun. I quickly stood up straight, forgetting I had arthritis, my back made a loud CRACK. The sound echoed through the barn as I let out a "ARgH". I dashed through the fields with my back hunched over Quasimodo style till I finally made it back to the house...
I heard faint rawring coming from inside the house..I reluctantly opened the door, not knowing what I was about to see.. "RAWR" an orange and black cat pounced at me, pushing me to the ground. Lifting up his paw I knew this would be the end..I would die. "HALT" an old husky voice wheezed out. My h-husband! "RACIST GRANDPA RODNEY?" "W-W-WHAT ARE YOU D-DOING H-HERE?.." I gasped out in disbelief
Wacking the tiger away with a stick, he sighed. "I..needed to come back for something.." I noticed, he was holding roses in between his toes. "How sweet <3" I thought to myself. "A-are those f-for me?.." I stammered out, still my face flushed all shades of pink. "No, lol" Rodney Replied What..I stood there silent for a few hours, my eyes bulging out of my face almost hitting the ground. His face turned blue, head held down in shame. "They're for J-Joe.." he muttered. "Joe who?" "Joe mama" I rolled my eyes back into their sockets. "Jk" he said, followed by a burp "Listen, Smelly bum, after the past few weeks i-" "You called, baby?" A broken,western voice called out from the hallway.
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"How are yall today? I'm doing darn diddly mighty fine!" He shouted. "Erm, hairy bum who's this?" I asked. "O-oh! Smelly bum! Thats uhh.." The pink shirted man stepped back in disbelief, tilting his glasses down. "Ain't Smelly bum my nickname, Rodney?" "I-I..I- UHHHH...." Racist Grandpa Rodney stammered out, trying to search for another lie to tell.
