Twinked
05-17-2005, 05:55 PM
I don't give a flying arse about your children. I don't care who they are, where they are, how old they are, or what they are doing. Want me to see pictures of your kids or grandkids? Sure, but hold on while I turn on the paper shredder.
What's that? You're selling cookies/candy/raffles/ornaments/prizes/trinkets so little Johnny and Sarah Jane can waste an afternoon at Disneyland? Sure I'll take some candy just so long as I can smash it in your face and retrieve it from your crusty rectum. This is an office where I work -- not a goddamn bazaar to peddle the wares of your snotnosed offspring.
I don't care how smart you think your kids are. No, your children aren't geniuses. You'll be lucky if your brats move out of your hovel at age 30, after they've climbed the ladder to success making change at a gas station.
You love your children? Good, I suppose you're obliged to, tell it to someone who gives a shit.
And while I'm at it, keep your brats out of movie theaters and restaurants. Seriously, no one wants the living incarnation of your seed disturbing our shows and meals, spreading viruses and bacteria with every goddamn thing they touch. You need a night out? Fine, hire someone else's brat to watch yours, you cheap bastard.
No, I don't want to pay more in taxes to send your pathetic pieces of dopeshit to school. Oh, you want "more resources"? Better "facilities"? Better student-teacher "ratios"? Well la-de-fucking-da, why don't you pay for it yourself ? If you're not catching my drift, let me make it clear, I don't want to throw my money away educating your third-rate douchenozzle of a kid so he or she can wash my car on the weekend. You gave birth to it, you pay for it.
And thinking of that, your kid doesn't look bright enough to wash my car. I have a very expensive car that he might ruin. I got it because I don't have kids.
Seriously though, he looks like he has an odd number of chromosomes. Was he really the fastest sperm ?
Your children are our future? Fuck the future, fuck your kids, and fuck you.
Ahhh, now I feel better.
How's everybody else's day going ?
What's that? You're selling cookies/candy/raffles/ornaments/prizes/trinkets so little Johnny and Sarah Jane can waste an afternoon at Disneyland? Sure I'll take some candy just so long as I can smash it in your face and retrieve it from your crusty rectum. This is an office where I work -- not a goddamn bazaar to peddle the wares of your snotnosed offspring.
I don't care how smart you think your kids are. No, your children aren't geniuses. You'll be lucky if your brats move out of your hovel at age 30, after they've climbed the ladder to success making change at a gas station.
You love your children? Good, I suppose you're obliged to, tell it to someone who gives a shit.
And while I'm at it, keep your brats out of movie theaters and restaurants. Seriously, no one wants the living incarnation of your seed disturbing our shows and meals, spreading viruses and bacteria with every goddamn thing they touch. You need a night out? Fine, hire someone else's brat to watch yours, you cheap bastard.
No, I don't want to pay more in taxes to send your pathetic pieces of dopeshit to school. Oh, you want "more resources"? Better "facilities"? Better student-teacher "ratios"? Well la-de-fucking-da, why don't you pay for it yourself ? If you're not catching my drift, let me make it clear, I don't want to throw my money away educating your third-rate douchenozzle of a kid so he or she can wash my car on the weekend. You gave birth to it, you pay for it.
And thinking of that, your kid doesn't look bright enough to wash my car. I have a very expensive car that he might ruin. I got it because I don't have kids.
Seriously though, he looks like he has an odd number of chromosomes. Was he really the fastest sperm ?
Your children are our future? Fuck the future, fuck your kids, and fuck you.
Ahhh, now I feel better.
How's everybody else's day going ?