Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for December 11, 2020

Oh, my!

It’s always one of those days for you, Aunty.

…And my main character of my story… is getting drunk. Last time she did that… three cities were flattened!!!

Darn those wandering personalities. Make you wake up in strange places.

There must be a word for that.

It’s just another Acid Day.

Have the one with the scissors stab the fighters then make an escape?

I feel that way sometimes too. Reminds me of a non PC “old joke” about 3 out of the 5 voices in my head said don’t shoot.

I had to kill my imaginary friend: he ran off with my imaginary lover.

If it wasn’t for the voices in my head, I wouldn’t have anyone to talk with.

Welcome to MY world : D

We need special litmus papers to tell when you’re Aunty Acid, and when you’re Aunty Acid… ☺

Here’s a possible solution, Aunty: Shout them voices down; Cut the imaginary friend from your life; Shut the door and don’t let the Personality come back!

Repeat my comment from yesterday (squared)!

It’s called Multiple Personality Disorder. It means you never have to drink alone.

Your personalities have been off for some time, probably around puberty.

And, my letter to Santa was returned marked “Recipient declined to accept”.