Dear B****-In-Law You're not fooling
You're not fooling anyone.
Pretending to be talking to yourself while talking sh*t about me doesn't work if you always wait for me to be around when you do it.
You look crazy standing outside my bedroom window talking sh*t about me while pretending to be thinking out loud.
If you were actually talking to yourself ,you'd do it in your own house and not mention my name 50 times, b****.
And that creepy little girl voice you do it in chills me to my very core. You're like something out of The Shining.
You're so damn old, I think only evil and hatred keep you alive, like a f*cking reanimated corpse.
But no matter how much you talk about me, I'm a lot younger than you. I'll outlive you by 55 years and forget all about you the moment they put you in the ground.
Being a b**** won't make you live forever. Your body is falling apart no matter how much you bully or nag people.
And that hoodoo voodoo sh*t you do with the candles and animal bones isn't working either.
P.S. I hate to watch you eat. Your saggy, shapeless jowls working away on a chicken leg, is ghastlier than a thousand ghouls.