Spain
I went on holiday to Benidorm with my father, brother, my father's new trout and her spawn (one named Fatprick by me and the other fairly normal-he didn't live with her).

The troutfaced bint passed the time by alternately making snide comments about us kids paying our own way or making a big deal about spoiling us like she was Mother Theresa. Bitch.Turns out she had money to burn anyway due to her rich, stupid parents, bleeding her ex dry and the fact she hadn't contributed to a single bill since she'd oozed her way into our house (as admitted by my father).
She also played her kids off each other so she get the twatty one to move out and the normal one to move in.

It all came to a head in the middle of one night with a monster row in the corridor.

I ended up in the (ridiculously expensive)all-night bar next door, accompanied by Trout-face's normal son, swapping tales of her insanity. Turns out her parents thought she needed help from a head doctor, particularly after she'd attacked normal son with a screwdriver and Yellow Pages when he said he was moving in with his father.

Meanwhile my sister stayed at home having a jolly time of barbecues, blimming the tablecloths, drinking and lots of good old fashioned debauchery.

We returned where my father promptly married the psycho Troutface. *looks extremly confused*
(Bunnygirl, Wed 27 Apr 2005, 13:18, Reply)