Okay, this time the woman has gone too far. A few weeks back, I reported how there's a fucking rug on my toilet because my fiance moved in with all her girly shit. Dolls, toilet covers, family pictures, cleaning supplies, it's enough to make me sick. Just as I was finally adapting to it to the point where I could actually breathe again, I come home, and what do you know? Greeting me on my front door was this gay little Halloween decoration. It's a sign that says "Trick or Treat" and has a gay little black cat, pumpkin, bat, and ghost hanging from it. I know, it's fucking gay. So I asked the woman about it, and apparently it wasn't even an accident. She actually intended to put that faggy thing on my door. Then it comes out that she intends to put even more decorations up for Christmas. She's threatening to get a Christmas tree and a wreath. A fucking wreath. The tree would be allright if we were putting pictures of naked chicks on it, like I did a few years back when I was living the utopia we call the bachelor life. So I ran that idea by her, thinking it would be a nice compromise to all her faggy decorations. I thought that was a reasonable suggestion, but oh no. Apparently the idea of putting pictures of naked chicks on a Christmas tree is distasteful and perverted and offensive and blasphemous and I'm going to hell and blah blah blah. I guess this is what I get for trying to compomise. Jesus, I'm going to have a Christmas tree with lights and ornaments and shit. How disgusting. What's next? Fucking easter baskets? A cornucopia? Oh I know, while we're at it why don't we hang some fucking hearts for Valentine's day? I guess I should be thankful she didn't hang up anything for fucking Columbus Day.
So what do you think?
Yeah, that's what I thought.