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froodleHypothetically, if I wished that a natural disaster were to strike Egypt in the next few days, purely on the off-chance that the Faffing Hen were to be horribly killed while holidaying there, is that going too far? Probably an entire country does not need to be devastated by some kind of horrible doom just because my father is a FUCKING ASSHOLE and happens to be in the vicinity. I can wait until he comes back and then cut the brakelines on his fucking car. I don't even know where the brakelines are, but I will find the instruction manual, look it up and CUT THE SHIT OUT OF HIS BRAKELINES.
Ugh. Basically he left work yesterday and never came home, and today a letter arrived addressed to my mum in which the Hen told her the marriage was over, whined like a little fucking bitch about how "nobody listens to him", pulled his financial backing for the the house that the boys bought on his advice, (even though apparently none of us listen to him) blamed all of us for his horrible life with his huge house by the sea and six motorbikes and four cars and a holiday every month-and-a-half, and said that she should file for divorce when he comes back off holiday. UGH. There is seriously a special level of Hell reserved for people who put their families through this shit. Mum is refusing to have the locks changed, but I'm kind of tempted to get it done myself just to fuck with that stupid Hen.
Anyway, on a lighter note, oh hay Frogcest. Yay!
Ugh. Basically he left work yesterday and never came home, and today a letter arrived addressed to my mum in which the Hen told her the marriage was over, whined like a little fucking bitch about how "nobody listens to him", pulled his financial backing for the the house that the boys bought on his advice, (even though apparently none of us listen to him) blamed all of us for his horrible life with his huge house by the sea and six motorbikes and four cars and a holiday every month-and-a-half, and said that she should file for divorce when he comes back off holiday. UGH. There is seriously a special level of Hell reserved for people who put their families through this shit. Mum is refusing to have the locks changed, but I'm kind of tempted to get it done myself just to fuck with that stupid Hen.
Anyway, on a lighter note, oh hay Frogcest. Yay!
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Date: 2012-01-22 09:21 pm (UTC)While I don't recommend actually cutting his brake lines, I do think you should fuck with his head - I hope you did get the locks changed!
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Date: 2012-01-24 08:12 pm (UTC)We didn't change the locks in the end - Mum seems to think it will go against her if she ends up in court. We did "accidently" get his prized Scalextric out of the attic and proceed to run all the cars off the track, tragically ruining their pristine paintwork, though. Once we figure out how to work the train set, we're going full-on Gomez Addams on it.