My drunken stepfather was a damn nightmare, terrorizing our family with his booze-fueled rampages. Sober, he’s alright, almost human. But when he’s smashed, holy hell—chasing the dog with a freaking angle grinder, waving a knife in my face, or smacking my sister around like she’s a punching bag. And then, in a glorious twist of karma, the bastard got wasted, stumbled, and fell right into an open sewer manhole. There he is, sprawled at the bottom with a busted leg, groaning like a wounded beast, while we’re up here pissing and shitting ourselves from laughter. And guess what? All that filth is raining down on him in torrents, a shitty waterfall of justice.

😂 - Hell yeah, serves him right!
😢 - Damn, you monsters, help the poor idiot!
#karma #familydrama #wtf #schadenfreude

I often stumble upon disgraceful tales of the downtrodden—homeless folks and drunks getting beaten down, cursed out, and humiliated. My heart aches for them, sure, but let’s be real—some of these poor bastards dug their own graves with bad choices. What I don’t get is the smug pricks who mock these fallen souls, laughing at their misery without a shred of fear that fate’s cruel boomerang might swing back and leave them rotting on the streets too.
#harshreality #streetlife #karma #brutaltruth