Author Topic: Family picnic tomorrow  (Read 2207 times)

every summer the extended family gets together to eat food and sit around at some beach.
As of this year, i am the last one of my cousins to not be married or have a kid. and im only 25. so that's kinda sad. however i am the only one with a college degree and assets.

A bunch of young adults joining the ranks of the older generations, of sitting there in a lawn chair and drinking tea, watching their children run around screaming. And they all look miserable.

I know i will have to have that discussion with grandma again. she cant tell me and my cousins apart. so she always says "jacob, hows the wife and kids?"...
god why cant she just die already.

If anyone can kill me before i go tomorrow i would be grateful.

Maybe you already died. Maybe you're just going to an extension of Hell.

Sorry, I got an appointment with a guy in some apartment. His wife hates him.

You don't even have kids and you're already complaining?

Are you siblings married yet?
« Last Edit: August 01, 2009, 01:29:29 AM by Frogg »

Dye your hair pink, clothe yourself in all black, and wear a bunch of fake piercings.  Then, when you get there, start bellydancing/stripping.

I don't know how this would help, but it'd be pretty cool to watch.

my 19yo brother has a kid and his gf lives with my parents and him. not married.

my other brother 18yo, still hadn't ruined his life yet.

Give me your adress. ;D

the picnic park is in pine city, Minnesota. right off off Interstate 35.
its the only park in a small town of like 200 so it shouldn't be hard to find.

i will feed whoever shows up, and you can kill me afterward

Here, have a cookie.
:cookie:



(i put poison in it, because bisjac said he wanted to be killed.)

Get swine flu.

Or, if there is no swine flu, fake sick/something at work.

Family stuff really sucks :\

Can't you just not go or say you're really sick.

Or even better, fake death.

Will come and kill you if you buy me a plane ticket from UK to USA and one for returning home.

Otis my dear sir, your forgeted.