I just made it back to my niece’s house in Tooele, Utah.
This is also in the same general area as the Tooele Chemical Agent Disposal Facility.
There must be some type of air contamination or ground water infiltration from the facility a few miles from the neighborhood.
That is the only excuse or theory that I can come up with to explain the little monsters that my niece Wendy Sue hatched, and has felt compelled, by an outside force she says, to feed and nurture these abominations in hopes of rechanneling their early deviance or preventing them from intermingling with the general population and spreading their perverse, murderous hunger for chicken nuggets and rice crispy squares.
Wendy Sue is our last line of defense against these bright, little sunshine rays of demon seed.
She should be worshipped.
Like, duck tape…
I tried to give her a medal once but her oldest son Brady ate it.
He likes to eat helpless things. Like….special needs children, old ladies, cub scouts and bacon.
He was the first hatchling of the litter. We try to keep him under the stairs and feed him with a sling shot due to the fact that he is not that pretty to look at and is kinda scary smelling when people are conscious.
I looked at him once and was in a coma for a month. I had to wear diapers and be fed chicken noodle soup and ground up Big Mac’s intravenously.
It was hell….a living hell…..
After the fateful day that Wendy Sue had been found; being kidnapped by an alien spacecraft she said, we had discovered to our horror, that she was impregnated with some type of extraterrestrial bacteria!
The selfies from her Facebook page that night showed a bar, her shirt over her head but, nothing that looked like aliens.
Unless, it was that Mexican dude in the lamp shade….
She had Brady first, Zach one week later, Cooper a week later and Madison 2 weeks later.
It takes longer to make a girl because of the boobs.
At least that’s what the alien instruction booklet said that came out at each hatching. Madison’s book was a little thicker because it had pictures and a warranty explaining most things, until she gets older and menopause sets in.
Then, evidently all bets are off…and nothing works right anymore.
The boy’s booklets only had coupons for Sonic hamburgers and free putt- putt golf.
There is also a nice little yo-yo that comes with each boy because their attention span is about as long as…..
What was I talking about…?
Oh…attention spans. Never mind….
His main source of nutrition is the gum and candy that is stuck on the bottom of church pews and restaurant tables.
He tried to eat a healthy salad once but he mutated into a type of cocoon and came out with wings in his butt and bumped his head every time he tried to fly.
There is nothing funnier than watching an unconscious person try to fly out of his butt.
It’s freaking hilarious!
When Cooper was hatched his egg was pink and green with little rabbits and birdies on the shell. When he actually hatched, there was some type of plastic grass in the shell with him and a little yellow Peep named Fred. It was kind of disturbing when Cooper ate Fred’s and then smoked the plastic grass.
He said his name was Mud, and he walked around, following little animals and we found him 2 days later; naked, singing on a windmill.
As he got bigger we noticed that he liked to hang out with stray dogs and cats.
We never thought that much about it until he came home one day with the stinkiest over-coat we had ever seen. He said it was a mink coat, but we have never seen mink with white spots, tabby stripes or cat hair.
Is a mink…a cat?
His eyes glaze and hands tremble every time he hears the phrase “Here Kitty Kitty”.
Never let your dog play fetch with Cooper. It’s a one way trip baby!
And he’s not even Chinese….
Madison has to have an exorcism every other week. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal but we are running out of good hiding places for all the dead priests.
They tend to burst into flames when they walk into her room. The last priest actually got the holy water out before Madi took it from him and turned it into strawberry milk.
She has a weakness for goofy pajamas too. She used to have that one piece footie kind, but since her feet are so hairy and big we’ve had to cut the footie part off.
Brady ate the footie part….with bacon.
Well….this has been a post of me writing about my nephews and nieces while they have been sitting here watching me and giving me some sage advice which is greatly appreciated.
I told them to shut up and let the talented big sexy man work.
One day Wendy Sue and I will take them all for a nice car ride.
Preferably to the Grand Canyon.
The deep part…..