I hate family who doesn’t do anything for you…
but can brag their asses off.

Brag.
Brag.
Brag.
Brag.
Brag.
Brag.

I seriously hate that shit.
They never call you to see how you are doing,
but will call you every couple of months to update you on what THEY are doing.

Just now my aunt called me,
after not hearing from her for a while,
and she commences to get on a bragging extravaganza I did not sign up for….

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