So, last time Becky had dumped her kid on her elderly parents to become a world class podium polisher. Charming.
Having not created this family and knowing nothing about Becky’s parents, I have to wonder where she got her classiness from. I have never, in my near 30 years sat on the toilet in order to eat or drink something.
Basic Bitch is at work, so her mother teaches her kid to walk. I seriously made sure that Becky didn’t interact with her son at all. Neither did Heathcliff in truth because I sent him out of the house permanently fishing. Oh yeah, you can see in the corner there that their sofa has gone.
Even if it was pissing down, hailing, and sometimes an electrical storm going on Heathcliff would be out there trying to catch the perfect fish. He never got one, but there’s no harm in trying I guess. Gets you out of the shithole that is home.
Becky even missed her kid’s birthday because she was too busy polishing podiums so her mother had to do it.
Fuck me. The family tree doesn’t show this kid’s father but if it did, I think he would be ashamed.
I don’t know why I included this picture. She’s wearing a stupid dress and about to fall over with a random stranger. Well done.
Becky can just fuck right off. First it was the smoke bomb next to the hot dog stand, now she sets off a full on fucking firework. Jesus Becky.
Heathcliff is so desperate to get away from his house, his Basic Bitch of a daughter and the screaming brat that he’s taken to fishing in the graveyard. Good on you, Heath. Enjoy the peace for now. You’ll be a resident in there soon.
I don’t know. I just, don’t know. She shares a room with her parents and kid, and she sleeps half naked. I just…I don’t even.
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