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Mom And Ray
Well, where do I start? Lets just say I that unfortunately God did not allow me to pick my family. My mother is a nagging queen that I don't get along with. She's an Anorexic twig that basically lives in a tanning bed. She also is covered with wrinkles because of her hobby in the tanning bed. And well, now there's Ray. Oh, do I have a lot of stuff to say about him. First he is an alcoholic, he smokes both cigarettes and....along with my mom. He has a beer belly the size of Texas and an anger problem the size of Australia. I really don't like him, I can never talk to him because of his huge ego. He thinks that he is always right. Let me tell you a secret, he is mostly wrong. And when he comes home from work, he gets home clothes on, and heads straight to the liquor store to buy a bottle of vodka and a 12 pack of Bud light. After he drinks it all, he starts talking and yelling at his real son, Raymond, at his attitude and behavior. Well that's all I can say at the moment about them.
