To my brother, the cunt...

The BBQ Pit
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What’s that? I’m not looking hard enough? For jobs you say?..

I apparently need so much help b/c I’m a “moocher”, you say?

Staying at your house this year (which has been the only year, coincidentally) for three days of the year (Christmas day, Boxing and day after) qualifies me as a “moocher”, motherfucker?

And oh, apparently I “irritate” you b/c I haven’t planned 2 years ahead of my time to “research” a job?

Well, maybe, you dumb motherfucking piece of shit stuck to the pubic regions of a goat… some of us had to work during this time. You know, to get a degree, a job… you know all about that stuff?..

Of course you don’t. Cause you were too busy making out with that overweight whore of a wife of yours to notice during your early twenties. You sat on your ass, failed four years in a row and finally ended up with a third class degree…

And could you have done it without the support of good-ole’ daddy - you know, the guy you threaten to kill every once in a while?

Nope.

Who got you a mortgage in the first place…?

Three guesses.

Who paid for your motherfucking mortagage for two whole years (by which time you were 23 and stiiiiil fucking unemployed)…?

Ooops, I did it again!

Who gave that detestable bitch of yours (who let dad sleep in a cold frosty room whilst you guys had sex in the room directly above him) a friggin job, with his own connections?

And were you greatful? Happy even? Nooooooooo.* It wasn’t good enough, the red carpet wasn’t laid out in front of you… your bitch doesn’t have her ass-split the right way, and her orientation isn’t quite right…*

And to top it all off, you started stealing money from dad’s little “stash” (via that stupid idiot of a woman called “mother”) just so you and your little bitch-slap could eat pizza and get satellite TV…

Oh but sorry, I forgot, I’m spoiled…

Take your whore wife and pimp her on the streets, that fat bitch with an ass the size of Mexico and her stupid little fetishes about young boys…

Fuck her, fuck you… and could you please piss off and never phone me again… thank you. No wait amminute, fuck you.

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I, personally, being a good person of very large proportions could have done without all the fat references.

However, I, too, have a sibling who thinks she knows how to run my life, and I hate when she goes into that mode! I remember once, when hubby and I left the kids with a (very trusted) sitter so we could get away for the weekend, and she informed me that she never left her kids overnight til they were 10!! Well, duh, of course not! She didn’t have to. My mom was still alive when my sis’s kids were little, and my mom kept them every weekend! Must’ve been nice, but not a luxury I’ve ever shared. Never quite had the nerve, though, to offer my sister a big steaming cup of shut-the-fuck-up.

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Yeah, I know… I’m just blowing some steam. I think it had been there building for quite a while.

It’s not just that he tells me how to run my life, the loser that he is anyway… it’s the fact that he has to make everything seem like he was given such a rough time of it all and I was hand-fed - not how it is at all, and in fact quite the opposite.

I’ve never asked my dad for anything. I know he’s an asshat - no denying that. But at least he made his way in life. But the fact that he practically hand-fed my brother, and now not only does he (brother) bitch but he also accuses me of not having done anything for myself, just…just… pisses me off.

OK, I’ll cut out the fat references (she is one hefty momma though). But she’s still a donkey-felching bitch.

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Well, that oughta work just fine. Fat, I undeniably am (working on it, though), but I am not now, and never have been a donkey-felcher!:smiley:

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Xavier: FWIW, it’s been my experience that gratitude, responsibility, guilt, and associated feelings are more a matter of personality than of circumstances. In other words, in the same situation, one person will be enormously grateful and another will have a “what have you done for me lately” attitude. It sounds like no matter how much is done for your brother, he’ll always be the latter. You can’t control his attitude, so you just have to keep from letting it get to you.

Okay, I’ll stop the Dear Abby mode now. Hang in there.

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Well, thanks for cutting out the fat references:rolleyes: An otherwise solid rant marred by this obsession with weight as an indication of character.

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I thought the Donkey-Felching Bitches had broken up. Are they in studio doing a new album?

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No, that’s the Goat-Felching Bitches.
A much better band, I must say.

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Let me guess Xaviar, you’re the 2nd child right? Not to rag on all you first bornes, but my brother is one big fuck up. Granted he had some serious bad luck(2 cars in a row stolen… hopstial… etc) but his general attitude reflects quite well the OP’s brother.

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In my family, it’s the second one that is the massive screw up.

She’s also the little princess who never does anything wrong.

I might as well not exist other than as a convenient outlet for the yelling and criticism she deserves.

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You should make this thread into a letter and send it to him.