My mother’s competitiveness sucks the joy out of Mets fans
“Hahahahhaha. What happened to the Mets? Weren’t they in first place all along? Hahahahhha. That’s what people get for spending a whole lot of money on jerseys for a loser team. If you had bought a Yankees’ jersey, you could wear it proudly instead of hiding it in shame. Hahahahahahaha” -my mother. That’s right, trash talked by my mom. What up?
I’ll be doing the Tuffel Shuffel in my room, if anyone’s looking for me.
September 30th, 2007 at 5:20 pm
I love your mom. This reminds me of this:
http://www.alarmingnews.com/archives/002059.html
October 1st, 2007 at 10:51 am
Yes, my mother’s hatred of me has a long checkered history. When Fisch and I were playing Scrabble in her apartment, he was all “don’t worry ms. summers i won’t beat her and make her cry.” and my mom was all “no, no beat her and by a lot. I like to see her cry.”
Thankfully, he kept his promise.
October 1st, 2007 at 11:17 am
It’s not very checkered.