Angry Momma, Angry Poppa.

While my brother and I are arguing in my room we heard a big thud from the first floor it seem like Momma and Poppa are back with a vengeance, just kidding.

"I told you Poppa, that don't drink too much alcohol". Momma shouted at Poppa who can't even open his eyes.

"ASSKSKSKDDDFDGDDGS". Poppa mumble, I know you can't understand it but since we're a family of weird let me translate to you what he was saying, he said he's still not drunk.

"Still not drunk? Look you can't even open your eyes". Momma said to Poppa.

"Jane, look at your pets they are pooping on Poppa". My brother Bert whispers at me, and I look at Poppa and saw what my pets doing at him I can see Butch popping in Poppa's jeans while Christian is pooping at Poppa's hand like eww.

"What's that smell?". Momma asked and to her horror, she saw what is happening to Poppa.

"ASKSK WHAT'S THAT SMELL". Poppa asked as he put his hand that has a poop to his face.