Everybody has them - you know, douchebags in their lives, and the question is, what purpose do they serve to even have around, and if they don't serve any purpose to you, how the hell do you get them out of your life, permanently???  I have asked myself that, over and over when it came to my douchebag brother and his wife, the fake bitch.  So, yes, instead of using their real names I will just use the names that come to mind the quickest:  Sister-in-law: Fake Bitch.....   Brother: PigPuke

You're probably wondering (actually I don't care if you are wondering or not, I have to tell you exactly how they got their nasty names!) Ok my SIL has like two personalities. One is the "Fake Bitch" and the other is "Real Bitch." When she's the fake bitch, she puts on this  evil-like persona and pursuades many around her to like her, to really like her. Similar to the way Sally Field told her peers, upon picking up her second Academy Award. That's what Sally said in her speech. You like me, you really like me! 

Now on to the bald, one-balled wonder - PigPuke! What can I say? I grew up with PigPuke, and he was a sick puppy then, and he's a sick puppy now!  PigPuke is his name b/c he's a fucking pig and when you see him, you just want to puke!  Hence, the very appropriate nickname, PigPuke.

So PigPuke caused trouble and problems early on in his and my parent's lives.  He rocked more turmoil than anyone or anything I've ever encounted, and am really disgusted that PigPuke is related to me, much less my brother!!  He's so gross and I'm really sick and tired of him looking at all of the female relatives of his, including me! Not only did he fucking molest me, between the ages of 3-5, he also used it against me!  He would say things to me, when I was like 12, that if I told mom and Dad where his pot was hidden (in case I saw him hide it), he would tell mom and dad about "us." PigPuke, what is Us?  Was there an us?  I know you had your filthy way with me when I was a helpless little girl, but I know that I am forgetting a shitload of memories, and all I can say is, I hope I'm in a safe place when and if I finally do remember them!!!!

What an awful child, offspring, person...  He was secretly growing pot plants in my unsuspecting mother's picture window. The picture window had a bunch of different plants growing close to the glass, as there were also several stained glass items, that lit up and accentuated the entire picture window.  Of course, PigPuke wasn't looking at the big picture, but the undercover cops were!  That's the day he shamefully was taken out of the family home in handcuffs, right in front of my parents. I know that killed my mother and my father, at that.sending both my parents to an early grave with their constant worry, fear, embarrasment and shame of my brother's non-stop partying: Popping pills until he passed out, drinking booze to oblivion and smoking so much pot.

Well, that's all I can write for now, as talking and writing and thinking about Fake Bitch and Pig Puke can get tedious, tiring and tantalizing....

Okay, so I'm back. You can't keep me down for a long time!!!  I started this on June 29, 2009 and today it is August 11, 2009.  I think I needed that extra month just to shake the evil shit PigPuke brings to my life.  My husband saw PigPuke the other day. Hubby told me that PigPuke isn't looking so hot these days... Awww. Can we all say it together? Awwwww!!!  Poor PigPuke! Being the bald bastard that he is, I guess he now has these really gross age spots on his bald head! lol. Also, instead of standing like a strapping, strong man, his standing position and posture is one of that of a man in his late 70's!  Wow, PigPuke, aren't you taking care of yourself?  I'm sorry.. I should have re-worded that... Isn't Fake Bitch taking care of you?

The next thing I'm about to say may be shocking to some, so I warn you, if you're the weak of heart, or overly sensitive, I advise you NOT to read the following!!!

As everyone must know by now that my father passed away on July 2, 2007. I still can't believe it's been over two years since my daddy died!  While my poor, sick, dying
father was staying with PigPuke and Fake Bitch, there wasn't much for him to do, except to think of his own demise every, single day. Sure, he got company, but not for long, as PigPuke usually scared them away with his horrible disposition. Now you're probably wondering where the part is that's so bad!  Well, here it is: Nobody may know this, but I strongly suspect that PigPuke and/or FakeBitch murdered my dad. That's right, the "M" word!  There are many factors that led to this revelation, and they are:

1. Isn't it interesting that my father died on July 2nd, at 10pm. If he lived another day, he most likely would have died on PigPuke and Fake Bitch's anniversary! My goodness Fake Bitch couldn't live with that horror!

2. Fake Bitch promised me I could see my father one last time and when I went over to see his lifeless body, they wouldn't turn the light on, in the room he was laying in, for some strange reason.

3. The placement of my father's hands were not in a normal position. Instead of both hands being down by his side, they were kind of stuck in a position up towards his shoulders. To make it more blunt, he looked like someone who had a pillow put over his face and was smothered to death!  All b/c they didn't want him to die on their stupid wedding anniversary!  Pathetic Pig Puke and Fake Bitch.. Ya gotta give it to them.. They thought they were slick, smart and oh so cool, but I've been on to them forever!
 
Call me a CSI Expert but I know a murder scene, when I see one.. It didn't take a freaking rocket Scientist to figure this one out.