Christmas Eve at 6:30 pm:
John: where are my peaches, shit face!
Rose: Fuck right off and on out of here John , no one likes your stinky arse anyways.
John: why I ought to beat the shit out of you.
Rose : yes you should, do try!
John begins to chasing rose around the Table. Laura enters the room with a shocked face.
Laura: What the fuck are you two doing!
Rose stops quickly, but John doesn't and runs straight into her and They both hit the floor.
Rose : get off me you fucking fat arse baboon!
John: I wouldn't dream of moving, you steaming pile of horse shit!
Rose: Fucking pig!
Laura: How dare you! This will not happen in my house!
Rose: your husband started it.
John: your sister started it.
Laura: I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHO STARTED IT! From now on you two are you to behave like fucking civilised adults. I'm sick of you two bickering, if I hear one more negative comment or action I'll divorce you John and I won't let you have my car second hand Rose. Am I clear!
John: yessss!
Rose: Crystal clear!
Rose looks are Laura with a death stare.
Laura very good then.
Mathew enters the room.
Mathew: I heard screaming from downstairs, what was that about.
Laura: that doesn't matter Honey , it's over now.
Mathew: okay then , let's eat !
Mathew walks over to the table and sits down.
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Christmas Dinner with The Harolds and Lonely Rose
HumorA Rude but Funny story I typed to myself in a Group chat while everyone else was inactive.
