The day very cold. I was outsdie giving my putting dirt in a damn hole with my trusty shovel. After i dummped another load of dirt into the hole, I wiped my face of with a towl I happened to have.
"Wow." I looked down at my dead mother. I somewhat wished I didn't shoot her in the back of the head because her brain leaked out all over my nice white tile floor when I tried to drag her outside. Such a pity...
Dashy came running out of the house into my backyard. "What are you doing, Daddy?"
"I'm makin' sure this bitch don't get the fuck back up like a fucking zombie."
I looked down at her. A single tear leaked down my face, but it wasn't because I was sad, it was because the government isn't giving out visas to Iraq translators. It's really sad. I mean, why don't we do that? I heard it took, like, 3 years for one guy to get one. What the fuck?
I guess my dead mother was kinda making me cry, since, you know, she was starting to stick... bad. Flies were swarming her when I tried to get her out of the house. i had to kill them all with my sweet karate moves.
"Dad?" Dafy saked.
"What?!" I slaped her in the face.
"Can we get some icecream? I really like that now that I've been here for 5 years."
I picked her up and smiled. "Sure thing, precious."
I later got my guns. "Time to take on the goverment of ararica.