Cora gets home late

Cory's a skunk, I mean it. Always getting into my business when he should worry about his business cause his business needs worrying. I come home and Cory is in my bed. He's sleeping. He's on my pillows and sheets and he's sleeping and wet stuff is comin out of his mouth. I grab the fly swatter that is hanging by the light switch and I lay one on him, that skunk, hit him right across his wet cheek. He screams Jesus or something and he snaps up out of bed. He cusses something dumb and I cuss him something smart. Starts complaining that dad is sleeping in his bed and Jezebel had pissed all over the couch cushions and he was tired. I tell Cory I'm in no mood for his whimpering and to get out of that bed before I slapped him with that dirty fly swatter again. Cory gets up out of the bed and pushes me on the shoulder with his shoulder. I call him a bitch. He calls me a bitch. He tells me to not to get so fresh or he'll take the sewing needles to my condoms again. I tell him that he doesn't even know what a condom looks like. I tell him he's dumber than a bag of rocks that's been dipped in shit. I tell him he's gonna get it.