Don’t F**k with Me, I’m CPS
Okay, say you had your kids taken away from you, because you left them someplace like a hotel all night long while you went out to “get some money.” So, now the government has custody of your children, because it actually figures it can care for your children better than you. But, you get to visit with them (supervised, of course) for one hour per *week.* Tell me, if you had one hour out of the week to spend with your flesh and blood, how much of that hour would you spend text messaging people that are not, in fact, said children?
Exactly.
On that note, here’s another POT (Picture of Today) that I took on November 12, 2007 off the eastern end of Puerto Rico on a sailing charter with a neat old Irish dude and his pleasant wife in which I learned to snorkel (big fun!)
Exactly.
On that note, here’s another POT (Picture of Today) that I took on November 12, 2007 off the eastern end of Puerto Rico on a sailing charter with a neat old Irish dude and his pleasant wife in which I learned to snorkel (big fun!)