Disturbing Humor
She Doesn’t Want to Be Alone in Her Casket
And She’s Cool With Murder
My soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law is off the chain insane.
And the world’s biggest knob.
A few years ago, she was told she needed to have a couple of procedures at the hospital to fix an ongoing health issue.
Procedures. Not surgeries. Procedures.
When she was informed of these procedures, she called every living member of the human race to fake cry for sympathy.
She posted about it all over Facebook, because Mark and Jill from second grade were desperately waiting for an update on her bitchdick life.
And she roamed around her neighborhood with a frowny face, waiting for suckers to ask if she was alright so she could tell them how brave she was.
I told you. Knob.
About a week later, my husband and I were summoned to the weasel’s house as she wanted to “talk about my surgeries.”
Again. Not surgeries.
This is the tale of that day.
As my husband and I sat down on the couch, my mother-in-law said, “I think I’m going to die at the hospital.”
