Betrayed by My Own Family: A Thanksgiving Tale of Insult
After spending an hour being ordered around by my Sicilain mother, my brother arrives as the last of the dishes have been prepared. Yeah, thanks for the help, Joe.
"Whatsa matter with you?" he says expectantly.
After spending an hour being ordered around by my Sicilain mother, my brother arrives as the last of the dishes have been prepared. Yeah, thanks for the help, Joe.
"Whatsa matter with you?" he says expectantly.
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He laughs a Mutley laugh, knowing full well what has gone on while he was still standing in front of the bathroom mirror preening.
"Would a beer make you feel better?"
"Yes, it would," I reply
He has the nerve to hand me...
I blame all of you