pre christmas dinner

Pre christmas dinner

The Ginger twats had their family members over for dinner on a Saturday, for a pre Christmas dinner, to exchange gifts with the people they wouldn't see on christmas day. In the morning of that day, everything was going well, the ginger twat was in the midst of cooking up a glorious meal & tidying her house, in preparation of her guests arriving. While also waiting patiently on the pregnant twat to arrive, so she could help set everything up. But of course the pregnant twat was taking her time, as usual, too busy preening her face within an inch of its life & more than likely trying to find a trowel, big enough to apply her mass of makeup. She didn't wear makeup often but when she did, you might as well get comfortable because that shit was going down slower than a mouldy sloth, trying to reach climax.

So the ginger twat carried on unphased... Finally the pregnant twat graced them with her presence & began to help get things done. Left in charge of the veggies while the ginger twat disappeared, to go & glam herself up, she stayed in the kitchen for a whole 5 minutes... then followed the ginger twat upstairs, to chat shit about her day. Meanwhile the veggies were still cooking downstairs, more than likely on the brink of being unrecognisable. After many outfit changes & a spanx fiasco, the ginger twat was able to go back downstairs, to see what had transpired within her kitchen. Sure enough, the tray which was once filled with brussel sprouts, was now a charred, displeasing mound of black, that slightly resembled a tray of sprouts... but that was as far as the resemblance went. The Ginger twat looked at the pregnant twat with a look of “what the fuck did you do?” Then rolled her eyes. Those sprouts were definitely fit for the bin.

The pregnant twat out of sheer curiosity, simply had to know what they tasted like & will forever live to regret that decision. The ginger twat watched on with amusement as she grimaced & her face contorted into something completely unnatural & disturbing, like a goblin shark stubbing it's toe. You could see the discomfort & her eyes, were wishing away the horrible taste, looking at the ginger twat as if she should be doing something to help. Once her face returned to it's natural form, the only words she could muster up were "why's it spicy" which sent the ginger twat into a fit of laughter, she described them as little balls of dry shit, that were somehow both burnt & slimy, like disgusting balls of green snot, a concoction the ginger twat was very pleased she didn't endure.

Laughing at their little mishap, the twats accomplished their task & in good time too, as everyone was arriving.