I hate my grandma's attic. It's creepy and

I hate my grandma's attic. It's creepy and smells like moldy socks. Probably because there are moldy socks up there, along with the rest of dear departed grandpa's other things.

it's not like she cares. she doesn't care about anything involving me. i am a disappointment she says. she doesn't mean it, but it is hard to look past those cold, empty, mad eyes.

my mother is so mean ugh smh

"Oh, Larry-boy...how could you say such a thing to me while I'm...I'm lying here on my (gasp) deathbed! I've al-always tried to be a good mother to (gasp) y-you. Remember one thing

(cough) I-I'm actually... Your father." The last words from Larry's mother silenced the entire room. None dared to speak a word, except for

great uncle John, but he never knew when it was appropriate to shut up. Larry, surprised by the revelation of (who he thought was) his mother's gender, was speechless.

Larry bit his lip, & stared at the floor anxiously. "So, do I call Mom, Dad, now?" "ABSOLUTELY NOT, you hog!" she bellowed. Her gender may soon change, but her personality was

absolutely beyond categorization. "ABC, you clods!" she continued. "You'll never take me alive!" Larry knew to keep his distance when she, soon to be he, went on these

Rampage and robbed three stores downtown, including a convenience store where Larry had won the lottery in 2013. What happened to the money? Only he and his cat knew where it was.