Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for October 09, 2024

said to the judge, he didn’t believe me shrug

I beat mine into submission.

This happens quite often to people when they get older.

I never had one.

We knew that, Aunty.

Quick, use your foot!

She was badly potty-mouth trained and can’t control her Logorrhea.

Great country song, “My Give-a-D*mn’s Busted!” (Ms. Messina, we thank you!)

Pea brain fits you Aunty with fat mouth.

…..not an easy fix!!!!!

We’ve noticed.

You must mean your brain. We’ve know it was broken for a long time now, Aunty.

It ain’t easy bein me, but I gotta keep tryin..

Mine’s got a couple of cracks in it.

I wasn’t born with one.

I don’t think it ever worked.

I don’t think mine was ever activated…

That’s when automatics get you in trouble. Push down the clutch pedal, put the brain in gear, now when the clutch is engaged you can go.

Time to replace your clogged filter.

you’re talking about my sister, then…

Mine was broke one day last week and I unjustly called a friend’s son a knucklehead. To be fair, neither of us had the full story and she was venting so I agreed strongly with her. Note to self. “Plead the Thumper!”

We read you every day, Aunty. We already know that.

Mine took a walk decades ago, and still hasn’t returned.

I am not sure I ever had one.