Bad, bad, bad. For starters.
Son-of-a-wrek gotta ahold of a bunch of crab legs.
So he takes my card and goes and buys them.
And then he invited a bunch of his loser friends to my house for a party. Whoo hoo!
I do like the crab legs, though.
Mr.Wrekk has been fishing with his Buddy, who we’ll call Billy. Billy badass. Billy stinko drunk. Billy ten foot tall and bullet proof.
He brings Billy to the crab boil.
Whoo hoo!
Party is on the deck. I’m steady trying to keep kids from getting killed and dogs are safe. Of course, the Siamese are in the beams.
The crabs were great. Gallons of beer was drank (drunk?)
The party ended kinda early, thank you Jesus.
Billy badass passed out. Somehow they got him to the couch. And he slept over.
We’re up early around here. And he continued to snore.
The lil’wrekker made Mimosas this morning. So this crazy bunch were kinda high at 9:30, (how did I get in a family like this?)
Billy struggled to his feet and got to the bathroom.
When he came out Lil’wrekker handed him a Mimosa
He drank some, jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Uh oh. I don’t think he needed ‘hair of the dog’
He NEEDED his teeth.
Uh oh, you might say.
I know I did.
I told Big Wrek this was his problem. Happy Father’s day.
I thought surely he puked them up in the bathroom. BigWrek, btw had a hangover as well, checked the bathroom. No AWOL teeth.
He bribed the grandkids to look for them.
No luck.
Billy big britches gummed his way thru breakfast.
So I’m gonna walk the dogs.
We’re geared up to go. All dogs on alert. I decided to glance under the deck and see how bad Clarence’s hangover was.
And what do you suppose Clarence has in his lair? A nice pricey set of upper dentures.
That 'possum ain’t right!
