Gigantic Man Child: Part the Second

Okay, this is another entry about the same jackass man child I wrote about some time ago now. This time, I had some advanced warning about the douchetacular behaviour that was about to begin. The issue this time revolved around not having anything for supper, I know massive deal. I can see how that would cause a tantrum in any grown man almost 50 years old in front of his kid and grandchild. Ok so this is how it went. I took my nephew over to visit grandma and papa, thinking good times would be had. When I got there no one knew what to have for supper. So man childs idea was to go to the grocery store and pick something up. Here's the catch: he is apparantly afraid of venturing to the grocery store alone and when my mother said she didn't want to go, he then proceeded to get her shoes and drop them in front of her and 'insist' she go. That's bullshit right there. Especially when she is trying to spend time with her grandson. So when she still wouldn't go he then stomped off pouting, and said he wasn't going to go then either. So, since he sat at home most of the day and failed to think of the dinner predicament at any point my mum maid some pancakes, since thats all they had, for everyone but him. To prove a point about how childish he was. So when my mom took me and carter to the store, just for something to do, he went out to grab something to eat. Now, if he has money to go out to eat, but couldn't be bothered to suggest that for supper instead of sitting on his fat fucking manatee ass all damn day wanting everything done for him, it's his own damn fault if he gets treated like a douchebag.

The finale here is that when he finally did explode about this situation, which according to him is in no way his fault, he uses the fact that he was up at 11:30 trying to line up some painting jobs. Big fucking deal! Up at the crack of noon! You lazy son of a bitch. If only everybody could have a day as busy and taxing as that! The other thing that makes the 'hard day of work' argument pointless is that my mom got home at 5, straight from work and he immediately asks whats for supper! Keep in mind that she works 8:30 to 5, monday to friday every week and he still expects her to come home and make supper. EVERY FUCKING DAY! So if she wants him to handle supper once, it's really not that big of a deal. Get off your stupid fucking ass, reach around your giant ass beer keg stomach and make fucking supper! Seriously, I don't even know how people tolerate his existence day in day out. About 30 more seconds of yelling, in front of carter no less, and he would have been wearing fist on his face. Lesson here: don't be such an ass-backwards, lazy fucking douchecake!