a true american horror story picture day

[jipped genes]

Tweetdamn i hate this yearly ritual where i have to dress nicely and sit in a damn room with screaming kids chased by adults begging them not to wrinkle their cloths. of course they are always over booked so a 9:30am appointment turns into a 10:45am photo time. my kid and i whining that we want to go home quelled by a sharp fierce look from my wife we drop our heads in dispair i dream of catching a ten pound bass while my boy wishes he could go play with the other spiritless children all reigned in by no nonsense mothers that are fuming and angry because it is 45 minutes past their appointment time. the poor teen girl at the front counter receiving abuse from every side her smile wavering as she takes the verbal assault even though it is not her fault they are behind, but the women continue the onslaught in waves. one woman will approch the counter, the poor girl will brace for the brutal impact, defenceless, she must weep uncontrolably when she reaches her car after the day is done. the first woman approches others watch licking their lips in anticipation of a feeding frenzy. one by one they come up to add to the verbage used by these tremendously aggitated women. i want to comfort this girl but that would mean the evilones might turn on me. i want so bad to tell them to sit down and shut the fuck up rage burning inside me i fear i may start knocking people out. i dont fear their palid fat husbands that have less spirit than the broken children. they wont fight for these shrews. they despise their own lives and what they have become. our name is called we go into a cluttered room the pictures are taken with plastic smiles for a real smile could not occur in such a dreadful place. as we walk out i pause to look at the pitiful girl valiantly standing behind her fortress repelling the words hurled at her from the overweight soccermoms with only the vestige of a smile. i pray for her and walk on i cannot save the girl without sacrificing myself. i am free. i untuck my shirt, my wife looks disaprovingly but allows it after what i had been through. my son is running, tears of joy from his renewed freedom spilling down his face like crystals in the morning sun. one more year in the books.

[njjuicer]

Tweetglad we enver took pic sin my fam , 5 kids made it ebtter for that typoe of thing

[Luftdude]

TweetHell, we never went to photo studios in my family. We just bought a camera and said junior, you go there and billy bob, you go there and so on

LD

[jipped genes]

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Originally posted by Luftdude
Hell, we never went to photo studios in my family. We just bought a camera and said junior, you go there and billy bob, you go there and so on

LD

it is a mandate form my wife that i must endure once a year