When I was like 10 I was thumbing through my sister’s yearbook and I noticed she’d written racial epithets next to some of the pictures (she’s a horrible person). What I didn’t realize at the time was that she had written epithets for the wrong races because she’s also a moron.
Maybe that’s why she keeps dating racists: to hone her racist abilities.
Let’s see what she’s posting on the ol Facebook.

Yeah that tracks.
Her profile is also filled with broken images, and when you look closely to see why? Welllll

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23 Feb
Since people keep asking me about making up family stories (I don't!), I'll tell you about one time I did make up a story. In 8th grade my English teacher asked us to write a personal narrative about a loss we'd endured. I couldn't think of anything.
I told her I didn't have a subject, so she suggested writing about a loss someone I knew had endured as if it had happened to me. Ok, easy enough, so I wrote about a kid at my school in California who died of Leukemia as if he was my friend.
She loved my essay. She told me it was an excellent piece of work and well beyond my years, and unbeknownst to me she submitted it to a state competition--and it won the best personal narrative in the state.

A personal narrative of something that didn't happen to me.
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I think whatever gene my eldest brother has was passed down from my mom's uncle. Famously he managed to shoot his big toe off while cleaning a hunting rifle. They rushed him to the ER, but he absolutely pulped the thing so there wasn't much they could do for him.
Once he got back home someone in his family asked him, quite rightly, how the hell he managed to shoot his toe off cleaning a gun. So he demonstrated the maneuver with his other foot and, hand to God, proceeded to shoot off his other big toe.
So this poor bastard spent his life wobbling around like one of those inflatable punching clowns because he'd managed to shoot off both of his big toes. You'd think that would sour him on guns, but it didn't, he kept hunting until the end and that's how he met his demise.
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My brother’s girlfriend is an ICU nurse and has some concerns about his care and has been trying to convince them to transfer to another hospital, but so far he and his wife have resisted. For now they’re trying to dissolve the clots I guess? I’m concerned.
COVID affects life in so many ways. I’d love to be there to help, but I can’t be. All I can do is be available by phone. It’s so surreal for him to be going through all this a 30 minute drive away while I can’t see him. He may as well be on the other side of the world.
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My dad used to take us to play basketball at a court in Yorba Linda a few nights a week. It was a good time generally, but my dad’s competitive nature ended up embarrassing us more often than not.
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Hell of a way to get space in the post, really.

Other times it was severe.
There was a guy who played there now and again with one hand. He had a nice shot, but it took him awhile to load up because he had to balance the ball on his hand and steady it with his stump before firing off his shot. It was a bit of an operation and people gave him space.
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I don't know whether my childhood was weirder than most or if I just notice weird things. I think it's a bit of both. Being one six kids doesn't help. When you roll the dice six times you're bound to get a few assholes. That doesn't explain my cousins though.
A good example of weirdness would be the branch of our family near Anoka. My mom's brother is a nudist and pulled his whole unfortunate family into that lifestyle with him, including his two adopted children.
So every summer they'd pack up their station wagon and truck up north to expose every square inch of their pasty white skin to mosquito attack while they engaged in volleyball and a variety of other ball sports.
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