Seemingly unfazed by me moving into the garage, girlfriend Sissy is showing no sign of abandoning her idiotic support for fetid retard Democrat candidate Kamala Harris.
In celebration of Harris choosing woke, commie-wannabe Tim Walz from Minnesota to be her running mate, Sissy and a few of her new friends set fire to our guest bedroom last night while calling for 'justice' for dead serial felon George Floyd.
By the time I got there, the fire department had already extinguished the small blaze and left. Fortunately, the furniture was from Ashley's and contained nothing flammable, although a perfectly good set of twin sheets and a My Pillow were a total loss. It looked like the Democrats had continued seeking social justice by looting the rest of the house before falling into zombie-like stupors thanks to whatever the hell they were smoking. I took advantage of their woke condition by kicking each of them in the nuts, especially the big chick who had terrorized me earlier, and dragged them into the neighbor's yard. I went looking for my girlfriend to give her a piece of my mind.
I was horrified to find Sissy passed out in the kitchen with an entire canned ham in her mouth and looked away in disgust. Not because of the ham - I've seen Sissy with a whole ham in her mouth plenty of times - but because of what she was wearing - a powder blue pantsuit, Good God Almighty. The only thing worse than seeing my girlfriend in a pantsuit is seeing her naked (ask me how I know). Predictably, Sissy's homage to Kamala was more 'fat Frankenstein' than 'sassy female politician' as several seams had surrendered to the relentless pressure of a lifetime of gluttony and sloth. The sweat stains and obvious fact Sissy had wet herself under the influence completed the appalling spectacle, and I had to get out of there before I puked.
I don't know what the future holds for Sissy and me, but her infatuation with Kamala Harris (and commie dickhead running partner Tampon Tim is turning into more than I can handle.
More later.