While I'm recovering from falling on the dance floor I decided to visit my friend Lynette in Dew Drop, Mississipi, not far from the casinos and Gulf Coast area. She's really having a rough time of it.
Decided she just couldn'dt get along on her own, she doesn't know how to manage her disability check like I do mine so she took her aged mama out of the nursing home and moved mama into the apartment with her. Her two brothers don't like that idea at all!
One of her brothers is this big gay famous exercise guru that lives in Los Angeles, but he's housebound or pouting, or something. No one has seen him out and about for a year now. But he still fires off angry emails at Lynette every now and again. She thinks he's hiding out with a pile of Ho-Hos and YoHos getting fat again where his fans cannot see him.
Her other brother is a musician somewhere, a long haired dope smoking hippy freak according to Lynnette.
Point is - neither of them givesa shit where Lynette's mama is, they just don't want her with Lynnette, something about a stolen treasure trove of Slipada jewelry, a stolen check book and a T-Bird they both keep claiming Lynnette took. I don't know, I just know her mama is completely senile.
Lynnette has been dressing her mama up like different historical figures, like George Washington and Abraham Lincoln and taking pictures of her mama in those get ups and posting them Facebook. Both brothers are losing their minds over it and leaving all sorts of threats towards her on her FB feed.
In the meantime we're having a good good time, going out to eat, watching American Idol and dressing up her moma like a big doll.
Hired me a lawller fellow to sue the casino for my fall and for them not having up signs warning folks that the dance floor might get slippery if you put oil on it, but I ain't heard nothing yet.
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