I just finished deleting a blog about a child stepping on my foot in the subway. I didn't find it funny and had absolutely no patience in trying to make it appear that way and so I decided to write about something that came to me in the process of writing that blog.
No, really. They are.
Bring your dog to a grocery store. The next time it starts stomping its feet and crying like a dumb-ass, let me know. A child on the other hand, will not shut the fcuk up until A) you give in or B) the child services are called on you after you smack the shit outta him/her.
Have you ever met what is called a 'special' child. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't make fun of the mentally/physically/anything-ally challenged child. But these 'special' children are different. Upon first glance (and second and third) they appear normal. They're coherent when they speak and they don't walk funny. These kids are rather normal, there's nothing that's deemed them to be challenged in anyway...were it not for the stupid shit they do. What the fcuk kinda manners are you teaching your daughter when she's lifting her damn skirt up every two seconds and revealing her 'Skorts!' This isn't the school for climbing poles and showing your 'peach'.
Children like that need to be smac... - taught some common sense.
Oh and my personal favourite. Personal because it was personal. Who in blue hell stabs their sister in her knee? Yes, this happened to me. We had to be under 6 at the time (we're separated by a year and a half, him being the older of us). I don't even remember the details, we're playing with some toy and he gets angry, grabs a pencil and stabs my kneecap. I cry, my mom makes everything better and he apologizes. Not five minutes pass when some shit happens and he goes psycho and stabs my other knee. Like WTF?! Seriously. Now them ones, they need to be locked up. Right a-damn-way.
sleep.in.ideas.
1 comments:
haha
you where lucky,i got stabbed in the eye when i was a kid =P
nice blog.
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