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Rob
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God here we go again with the yearly visit from the Mother in law. I'm not sure I can handle it. I understand that the fat and unattractive have rights..but what about my rights? Don't I have the right to not be sickened by the sight of her flabbing her way up the stairs? Don't I have the right not to have to incur a food bill that rivals the national deficit? She actually thinks she's attractive. My god, why do these people bother with beuty salons? She needs a blacksmith, not a hair stylist. She can't even see her hoofs anymore anyways. I'm afraid to go to sleep because i8 might wake up and find myself wrapped in bacon and wedged between two slices of bread the size of the mattress. Anyway, no way out i guess. The straw has been laid down and the trough built so let her come. Anyone else have trouble with their inlaws?