It was around 5:33pm when I awoke up from my afternoon nap of a couple of hours. The long nap must have been the effects of TruMoo Chocolate Milk with No High Fructose Corn Syrup. This is my first, smoothest chocolate milk of this brand.
I also realized that I was late for the chat at 5:00pm. After installing the lastest Flash application, I tried logging on to the chatting session but only the female moderator was on. It was a creepy moment and quickly closed out the window.
Later on this night, I learned that Maw was on the phone with my paternal Auntie Malformed, who had returned our call because Auntie Death had informed her oldest sister of our request. No wonder I awoke: Maw was making lots of loud noises over the phone downstairs and for good reason.
The story is sad but karmic indeed. For whatever reason, the old bag refused to care of her ailing, elderly mother. And in return her nephew, my paternal cousin Joh, swindled the old bag out of her money. For whatever reason, Joh took a LONG time to repay the $30,000 that he swindled from her. Thank goodness she got her money back and deposited back into her bank.
Unfortunately, she lost everything and now has to get her clothes done at a public laundry and has to walk a long distance just to retrieve her mail. Out of pity for her, we offered to get her a LIFE ALERT – 15,000+ Grateful Testimonials – BBB rating A+. I called the 1-800-360-0329 number and gave a “black lady” my full name and mailing address.
The old bag fell down already and couldn’t reach the phone to call for help. BongGing, a brother of my paternal uncle’s wife, was the nearest and lives within the same apartment complex. She had to get a guy somewhere to help.
Where is her family? Her two brothers — Macster and Dead — are helping to pay the bills but Dead got tired of driving and doing errands for the old fart. Her two sisters — Louse and Death — don’t seem to care because they are rendered nutters because of their parties, high ego and naughty children who had to pay the price of their parents misdeeds — drugs, alcohol and deaths in their family.
But one thing is for sure: She sounded pleasant enough over the phone. But I won’t forget the false accusations made to my paternal units as expressed in my previous blog entries during Lola’s funeral party at her lost house.
