Funny in-laws

It so seems that entries about my in-laws are making people laugh. I'm glad. Because at least someone is getting pleasure out of it. I don't laugh because I think they are pathetic. And yes I know we should treat old people with respect, but make it all the old people in the world except for them. Trust me to bag the strangest in-laws ever. They are so tragic that the wheel has turned full circle and now they have become comic. Now I know the in-law subject is the subject of jokes, but these are one big circus. Not even Joe Demicoli has heard of something like this. Screening if good. Going away on a private island would be even better, and I'm certain my in-laws have the money for it, but of course they're so poor jahasra. Poor my ass, my bank account is that of a church mouse compared to theirs, but they still insist they're so bloody poor. Which makes my blood boil. Why are my parents so different? I am so glad that the don't talk to my in-laws, if that ever had to happen... no it's not happening, not if I can help it. True, there is one whole age gap difference between them, but I remember my grandparents very well, and they were nothing of the sort either. They were sweet people who wore their hearts on their sleeve, and it's not because 'chi muore diventa santo'. Not one bit. It's a something which Shakespeare would have lapped up in one minute and turned it into another famous tragedy... or comedy. Their kids aren't very different. Their three-nippled daughter with the famous mole on her upper lip sprouting hair as fast as rabbits copulate is a nasty piece of work. She is stupid, no other word for it. But she suddenly turns into a fully-fledged account when she likes. And I know that having more than three nipples can go into the diversity diagram, but tell me, if you had three nipples, wouldn't you do something about that? And tell me again, if you had a nasty hair mole on your upper lip, wouldn't you go to Estetika or Arani Issa and get it removed? I would, faster than the speed of light. If you knew your mother was talking about the size of your manhood, wouldn't you just put a plastic bag over her head and suffocate her? Or at least duct-tape her mouth, doing her the favour of waxing her upper lip, which badly needs a thorough waxing anyway, in the process? What about the daddy? Good for nothing useless asshole who is scared of dogs, ceiling fans and open windows, who is the most selfish of the lot? He's scared of doing anything with his bazwa, so he keeps it and treasures it as if it were the treasured possessions he has 'taht il-maduma'. It's so strange that their other son is so different to them. You'd think he was brought up in a regal family, with his good manners, his intellect, his kindness also. Probably because he was unplanned, so the genes started working in all opposite directions. Or maybe, he's not their son... someone else's. But of course pure mother in law in her transparent nightdress would never admit to that.