Aunt Tabitha is divorcing Uncle Tristian. Apparently, he smacked the old bitch in the mouth. Gob full of blood, from all accounts – lost a few teeth, not the vanity numbers, lucky for her. 'Cause she's vain, aha!
Lottie would make her mock drinking hand movement and roll her eyes, you know, if Lottie could remember who the hell Tristian and Tabitha were.
I’ve wanted to smack that old cow, Tabitha, in the chops myself many a time, she’s got a poisonous tongue on her that one. The only thing that surprises me is that the old bastard hasn’t killed the bitch before now. For sure, we would all have been on our feet cheering from the bleachers if we’d seen him give the old sow one,
smack, smack, smack.
“Go Uncle T, hit her again! Hit her again!”
But, I guess, that doesn’t excuse him for, actually, doing it.
Truthfully, we'd be lining up like that scene out of Flying High. I'd have the plank of wood with the nails through it... he says behind his hand directly to the camera.
So, there you go, fifty years of marriage, apparently ten of it happy, welcome to the real world. A couple of right old seventy-something year olds.
Come on down Tristian and Tabitha.
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