Family Matters

So...I went to my Aunt Sara's funeral today (RIP). I have the most bamma family on the face of this Planet. These people are ghetto, kuntry, bourgie, stuck-up and a myriad of other things. I gotta be halfway nice since some of them DO read this. I SWEAR my cousin Shaneida (insert eye roll here) is THE definition of ghetto. This broad let her children come to the funeral with bags of chips and soda so they'd sit still. If that was the case she could have took them over to her Dad's house. (He's disabled and couldn't make the "homegoing celebration".) So KiKi and Janiah are sitting in the second pew right in front of me just munchin n shit like their at the damn movies. WHAT THE FUCK!? Then they pick the most bamma of all churches. Jesus is the Way Missionary Baptist Church (insert another eye roll) only seats 150 people comfortably and there was about 20-25 people standing up and 15 people scattered about in fold up chairs. SMDH! So we go through the motions and the pastor gets up to do his thing and starts talkin about how he went from a drug addicted gang banger to a preacha mayne. (insert SUPER eye roll) What in the blue fuck does that have to do with my deceased aunt? Nigga it's hot like two fat women in wool sweaters fightin over KFC and you're over capacity but you wanna sit here and tell us your life story. FUCK OUTTA HERE! So we get to the cemetary and it starts to rain....but yet again they wanna give long ass speeches! Let's GO already damn! So we get back to my Aunt Sara and Uncle LeRoy's house for foodage. Niggas, heat, food, liqour and small spaces
DO NOT mix! I've had a migraine since about 11am. I'm tired but can't sleep.