All right, so on todays rendition of 'Blame The Fatty', we have a new story to tell.
Erin has allegedly broken two (2) chairs - one (1) specified, one (1) not. I have this brother, and this brother is married to this girl. This girl is notorious for not being the .. most proper of people. She lies to her mother, she lies about plenty of things to her father as well. She has been told that, while living with her parents, the rule of "No pot in or around the house" has been placed. She breaks it .. pretty much every day. She lies.
I could site more examples, but I cannot think of them right now, nor do I really want to go further into that specific thingyjig.
So, Erin and I have been known to visit their house every once in a while (like... three (3) times so far; it's an enormous house; it's a beautiful house; I digress). Most recently, we went one night before Valentine's Day to have a "couples Valentine's romantic dinner". That was fun. We ate. We played games. We listened to KISS Kountry all night (the DJ of "Saturday Night All Request Live" works next to me; I know him well). Allegedly, Erin broke a chair or two (2).
Now, with that being said, Erin tells me everything. Erin would know if she broke a chair. Erin would know if it cracked at all. Erin would know. She would also tell me. She would also tell her (my sister-in-law) family.
The theory on our (Erin and I) end is - the sister-in-law broke the chair and is blaming the fatty. OR Because all they buy is used furniture, it would eventually experience some sort of wear, and given the fact that Erin is actually a fatty .. that's right .. BLAME THE FATTY!
I am in rather good spirits about the entire situation. I laughed a few times. Don't get me wrong, I'm very peeved about the situation as well. The fact that the sister-in-laws mother could not tell us herself, she called my mother and had her give us the "bad news". All the while claiming she "loves Erin to pieces!!!" *shrugs*
Erin, however, is very, very livid. Not so much irate, just livid. If she were irate, she'd be on the phone with them right now. I digress.
So, how about you?
Any stories, or recent stories, about "blame the fatty!"?
Erin has allegedly broken two (2) chairs - one (1) specified, one (1) not. I have this brother, and this brother is married to this girl. This girl is notorious for not being the .. most proper of people. She lies to her mother, she lies about plenty of things to her father as well. She has been told that, while living with her parents, the rule of "No pot in or around the house" has been placed. She breaks it .. pretty much every day. She lies.
I could site more examples, but I cannot think of them right now, nor do I really want to go further into that specific thingyjig.
So, Erin and I have been known to visit their house every once in a while (like... three (3) times so far; it's an enormous house; it's a beautiful house; I digress). Most recently, we went one night before Valentine's Day to have a "couples Valentine's romantic dinner". That was fun. We ate. We played games. We listened to KISS Kountry all night (the DJ of "Saturday Night All Request Live" works next to me; I know him well). Allegedly, Erin broke a chair or two (2).
Now, with that being said, Erin tells me everything. Erin would know if she broke a chair. Erin would know if it cracked at all. Erin would know. She would also tell me. She would also tell her (my sister-in-law) family.
The theory on our (Erin and I) end is - the sister-in-law broke the chair and is blaming the fatty. OR Because all they buy is used furniture, it would eventually experience some sort of wear, and given the fact that Erin is actually a fatty .. that's right .. BLAME THE FATTY!
I am in rather good spirits about the entire situation. I laughed a few times. Don't get me wrong, I'm very peeved about the situation as well. The fact that the sister-in-laws mother could not tell us herself, she called my mother and had her give us the "bad news". All the while claiming she "loves Erin to pieces!!!" *shrugs*
Erin, however, is very, very livid. Not so much irate, just livid. If she were irate, she'd be on the phone with them right now. I digress.
So, how about you?
Any stories, or recent stories, about "blame the fatty!"?
