Is there anything more annoying than colleagues, or even total strangers, who parrade their screaming, puking, crapping, bald headed, fat, wrinkly offspring like it's some sort of passport to supremecy?
Why can't you get it through your thick, breeding obsessed heads that I find this practice nauseating and annoying. I do not think your child is cute, adorable, remotely interesting, or, frankly, hygeinic.
What do you wnat me to say - congratulations, you managed to have sex a few months back?
Why do people feel the need to be drawn into this disgusting huddle of drool and strange noises whenever a sprogg is brought into the room? Surely they've seen one before - and let's face it, you've seen on and you've seen them all, haven't you? It's not as though they're going to break into song, recite Shakespeare or bend you over and give you a good fisting, is it?
What is wrong with you people? Can't you just keep your grubby little sproggs at home?
2006-11-08
06:34:12
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lickintonight
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