Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for April 01, 2024

i still prefer burned toast

I love the smell of sore losers in the morning…

I’m accustomed to that smell. If you’re housebound and disabled, your friends drift away.

Ain’t it the truth?

A quick flare, rather than a comic dragged-out “slow burn.”

I’ve burned very few bridges, but I have abandoned many.

And I have a few for sale.

……their decision……..right??

As she hovers the Flying Fickle Finger of Fate over the “Unfriend” button…

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Satanic beings like Aunty dearie gloat over sulfur and brimstone smells. There eternal destination.

Smells good, doesn’t it.

Aunty, that isn’t a bridge burning, that’s the cookies you were baking and are too drunk to remember you are making them.

So Aunty…looks like you’ve got your finger all ready on the trigger there!

Now where did I put my matches.

Had a friend who did that. Now they tell lies to mutual friends about my family, whom they have never met. Now you know why we are no longer friends. I blocked them, Blocked them good.

Want to burn the bridge here’s a match, just make sure your sorry a$$ is on the other side because I never want to see it again

burning bridges used to be my hobby. i’ve mellowed out a bit in old age… ☺