Brandon, Tim's son, added a nice sentiment: "I like Miss Wanda."
Heather wrote a nice haiku to commemorate our vacation.
"We are road tripping
Languid summer, lazy love
Hot sun on bare skin"
Of course, the other relatives wrote less like Helen Steiner Rice and more like Charles Bukowski. It started with “I lick the wet butt boil, then screaming with madness smear waxy purple blood on my raw ass” and quickly deteriorated.
“The gorgeous girl beat him delirious yet he has not run but she pounded his ugly head full of delicate rock but you men are weak & she is a bitter iron knife.”
“The sordid drooling man with the enormous sausage sprayed milky produce in the drunk woman’s sweaty pants.”
Poor Wanda....
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