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PastPoop8/12/2003-Other Peoples FamilyThis is all true and the only things I have intentionally left out are names and locations.Theres one thing most people can tell you about me and thats that I have barely any real life experience. I was a sheltered kid. I missed out on a lot of things when I was younger so now I am an incredibly non-confrontational guy that just wants to be left alone. I am way to shy and I can't even deal with women. Now I don't like how I've turned out (who does?), but I would gladly take my childhood over alot of the ones the people around me have endured. One of these people is my cousin. Some times I think she is nuts. I think her dad is nuts. Thats family though. My whole family is some degree of nuts and a whole lot of alcoholic. Let me get back to my point about my cousin... her childhood was bad. Bad with a fucked up. She endured alot. Here is part of her story (actually this her mom's story)- Her dad (my uncle, lets call him Bork) met this woman (my cousin's mom, lets call her Sassy) from a rich family (really rich). Sassy was crazy. Sassy's father even told Bork that he shouldn't marry her cus she was nuts. Her dad even offered Bork money not to marry her just to save Bork the trouble. Bork wouldn't know good advice if it was a lawn dart thrown over the roof of a house and it impaled his brain and caused him to walk in circles the rest of his life. Bork and Sassy married and had my cousin (lets call her Poncho). Sassy became an alcoholic. Bork and Sassy got a divorce and Sassy got custody of Poncho. Bork was mad, Sassy was drunk, and Poncho was sad. Sassy then met this guy named Gondola. Gondola like Sassy was an alcoholic. They then had a child together and they named him Douche Bag. Douche Bag was and will always be a fuck tard(you'd understand if you met him). Douche Bag being as ass rag was not his fault though. He had two alcoholics for parents. Sassy and Gondola would go to bars and leave Poncho and Douche Bag sitting in the car outside for hours at a time. That is what we call neglect. Neglect doesn't seem so bad, but when you break it up with beatings everynight then it gets really fucked up. I don't know if Bork caught wind of this or not but eventually he kidnapped Poncho back and got custody of her. Yeah for Poncho! Not really cus Bork marries another rich woman (named Bitch Leg)who psychologically abuses Poncho and sends her off to survival camps for problem kids. Poncho is still fucked up in the head but now she can trap, skin and eat rabbits. SWEET!. Thats pretty much the end of my cousin's part in this story. Sassy really couldn't give a shit if Poncho is gone cus she and Gondola still have Douche Bag to fuck up. Which they do with great entusiasm. Then out of the blue Gonodola dies. Being an alcoholic, his body could only keep him going for so long. Sassy being the survivor with a few million in the bank that she is finds another man to enable her drinking. Oh yeah, Gondola was a gun store owner and gun collector hence his name. Sassy meets Slugger (he's a big baseball card collector) who is also (surprise) an alcoholic. This is where it get's crazy. Once they meet and get married they spend like ten years in their huge house and never leave it. They don't have a trash collection service so they move the mint condition cars out and let them rot so they can make room for ten years worth of trash. They have huge dogs that they don't let outside walking around in the house shitting and pissing everywhere. They have a Taxi driveer that delivers their food and booze for them. It sounds awesome. Then it happens. I'm not sure exactly how it happened but Slugger's butt sprung a leak. He bled to death. Out of his butt. He bled. Alot. Apperently at one point he was in the bathroom and then later found his way into the bedroom where he slowly bled to death. She watched him die and let him sit there for about six days. She then called the Taxi driver (who will now be called Corky) because she was too much of a chicken shit to call the cops. Corky freaked out and called the cops. The cops and the fire department showed up and they couldn't handle the stench. They called in a haz mat crew who then came in, took a look and then condemned the place. They also burned it down as a training excercise much later (atleast thats what they said they would do). They called Poncho to come down and deal with everything because Sassy was too out of her mind to help. Poncho then called Bork and my dad (who shall be called Beat Nut) to see if they would help. You see between Gondola, Slugger, and Sassy lots of expensive stuff had been acquired (lots of baseball stuff, art stuff, and gun stuff). They even found that some looters had already come and stolen some guns after they had listened in on a police scanner. So now there are a bunch of hand guns out there registered to a dead guy. Nich huh? My dad had a digital camera with him so I've got some photos for ya - They haven't been optomized except to fit. 
When your as far gone as Sassy was you don't care where you gotta drop ass. Fo sho. 
That would be the sink, but I don't know what the fuck is in it. 
That is the bedroom. See the discolored light and dark spot there on the carpet, thats where they found his body. Someone tried to get rid of all the blood. 
Thats the floor of the dining room. See all those lumpy things by the cabinet. Thats dog crap. Sassy walked around in that house with so much dog shit every where for so long that she now walks on the balls of her feet (or did, I'll get to that later). 
That would be the bath tub. They don't know who's blood that was or if it was recent or not. They think he may have started bleeding in the bathroom though. 
Another shot of the wall in the bedroom where he died by. The rake adds immensely to this photo. 
Thats the bed. Those sheets are supposed to be white. 
Thats the kitchen it's self. Notice the rows of bottles in the background. 
Another shot of the kitchen This whole story was bizarre enough as it is, but it doesn't end there. Sassy was put into assisted living. All her belongins were sold off and the profits put into a bank account for her. Thats normal, but this part is not. Guess who she married next? Thats right she married Corky the Taxi driver. They guy who hooked her up with the hooch. Thats fucked. This is even more fucked, I talked to my folks today and they told me this: Corky and Sassy beat each other up and the Corkster won. It doesn't end there. Sassy is now paralyzed and now she can only move her right hand. Maybe you had to be there but damn is that not the most fucked up ending to a fucked up life. I mean she is still alive, but she can only mover her right hand. Her life is essentialy over. Damn. Damn. Well I've also got some links for ya. Autopsy Zombie Staple Babies Commie Watch Political Activism Resources Balloonpup.com Later. -HighPulp |
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