It’s turned out to be an all-Chambers weekend. She’s on again.

The girl in 5 is bragging to next door about how she kicked the shit out of a cop.

God, I hate cops! I could never trust them again after what’s happened. If I were being held hostage at gunpoint in my own home, I still wouldn’t call the cops. Besides, I’d probably be dead long before they could get there, anyway.

Myra took another shit fit. That lunatic is always raging about something when she isn’t crying or laughing. She was crying to her mom on the phone that she’s not going to have a life if she gets 18 years. She should’ve thought about that before she and her boyfriend molested and smacked her kids around. I wouldn’t put a hose to her mouth if her brains were on fire, that’s how sick she makes me. I hate people like her! They all ought to be killed.

God and life are so cruel and unfair! I should be home with my husband right now, enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon together. Not forced to be here, worrying about who I’m going to be forced to live with next, all for some freeloader’s vindictiveness and the courts who cater to people like her.

From Chambers: This old couple goes to the doctor’s and the doctor says to the guy, “I need a urine and a stool sample.”

The guy says, “Huh?”

The doctor repeats himself louder. “I need a urine and a stool sample.”

“Huh?” he yells again.

Finally, his wife says, “Just give him your underwear.”

I was right in guessing we’d get spicy weenies tonight. Along with it came wilted salad, 2 pieces of bread, and a skimpy portion of beans in this brown sauce that looked like half-dried puke.