Monster-in-Law Comes for a Visit

Last Week turned out being a very stressful week for me.  My live-in girlfriend Ginger’s mother came to visit us for a week.  One thing that I did learn from her visit was that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.  Ginger’s mother (Regina) is an ex-stripper just like Ginger.  The big difference between the two is that with age Regina has grown a face like pit-bull, legs like a sumo wrestler and the beard of an Amish man.

I don’t know how old Regina is but my Ginger is 26 years old, so I would guess her mother to be about 46, which on her ,looks to be about 168 in dog years.    Being the gentleman that I am, I resisted  asking the old  bag her age.  I’m not certain of her age, but I did catch her using Geritol, and soaking her teeth at night (all three of them).

She arrived on Sunday night; and by Monday evening I had all I could take so I said I was going out for a walk.  I walked down to the local bar for a beer, but on the way I stopped to chat with the pharmacist abut a solution to my houseguest problem. He said, “Buddy,  I understand your plight, but in order to buy arsenic you need a legal prescription.  A picture of your mother-in-law just isn’t enough!”

You know its no damned wonder why Adam and Eve were so happy; neither of them had in-laws to deal with!

Later that evening at the bar, I was talking to my midget buddy, Roger.  We were comparing in-laws when Roger said that his Mother-in-law was an Angel.

I replied, “An angel! You’re lucky. Mine is still alive!”

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