Woke up after a good 3 hoiurs sleep. Still feeling hammered. Went over to mals ex's place to watch her kids get presents! I was going to take it easy today but as we walk in we get handed a glass of moet. Oh well. Been there for a few minutes and had a couple of moets when in comes her dad who is known as BIG Pete and her grandmum who everyone calls nana moo or as I like to call her "the walking death".
Big pete would weigh some 300kg or more. One of the funniest things I have seen is the way he gets out of a car. He likes to park on a down slope as he opens the door and pours himself onto the ground. He walked inside and had to have a sitdown as he was out of breath. He fills a good sized armchair and still hangs over the front. Nana moo looks like skeletor with makeup. Everyone says how well she is going. Popular consensus is she is being kept alive for her full time job which is as Big Petes wiper. There is no way that his arms are long enough to reach around and do a wipe. He is BIG.
Mals ex runs around shreaking and yelling. I am still a bit tender so am glad to be out of there.
We hav
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