Just Kid-ding
I know I had it somewhere inside of me that one day I eventually want children. But I just got finished playing a game of NHL 15 with a kid who sounded no older than ten wailing,
"La-la-la! La la-la la la-la!" Over and over and over and over for the entire half hour game. In my desires for offspring I think I may have overlooked some very crucial facts about children, and that is they are utterly obnoxious. So not only would I have to deal with them fresh out of the womb - barfing, pooping, crying, snot all over its face - but I would have to deal with the pestiferous midget in his or her terrible two's and the idiot kid's lust for exploration and experimentation of making a mud castle in the kitchen when Im not looking.
It gets worse. Ive been watching "Bates Motel" with Maggie and I would positvely dread if I had a son like Norman Bates; a stupid, stupid awkward kid developing into my worst nightmare and fears of all the things I have potentially done wrong. I think the director and/or screen-writers for "Bates Motel" attempted to portray Norman as a shy, socially gawky, sensitive and caring - often misunderstood, but "nice at heart" kid - but it just falls flat as Normon is such a complete moron. What happens if my kid turns out like this frail goof? Couldnt deal with it! Kill it with fire!
What did I say to this "La la la! La-la-la-la la!" odious child after I beat him in NHL 15?
"Alright, kid. Suck it."
Rose and I have become snooty with each-other. What was once a semi-caring, hydrogen fueled lustful meeting of our two hearts has become a personal vindictive strife to see who is the moral and intellectual superior. She can be the moral superior, I dont care. But Rose is not a bright girl. What is it about hot chicks who fail to think beyond their immediate social, selfish needs? The sad part is is that Rose has become this prototypical, on-guard ego'ed bitch that just resonates the largest clock tower bells all across America of these vanity-whores who use their sexual power to gain self-esteem. Get fucking lost.
Got an eye exam and Im going to get new frames. I keep putting it off. The young lady who helped me the other day made googly eyes at me.
"So, what do you think?" I asked as I tried on a sample pairs of frames.
"You look great!" Bridgette replied. We got into a relatively long conversation for what I was actually there for, talking about our her own pair of glasses and eventually tangeted off into our pets and skimming our personal life. I can be very charming. "Well, when you're ready to make a decision on the frames, come back in and see me." She said, and I left
"La-la-la! La la-la la la-la!" Over and over and over and over for the entire half hour game. In my desires for offspring I think I may have overlooked some very crucial facts about children, and that is they are utterly obnoxious. So not only would I have to deal with them fresh out of the womb - barfing, pooping, crying, snot all over its face - but I would have to deal with the pestiferous midget in his or her terrible two's and the idiot kid's lust for exploration and experimentation of making a mud castle in the kitchen when Im not looking.
It gets worse. Ive been watching "Bates Motel" with Maggie and I would positvely dread if I had a son like Norman Bates; a stupid, stupid awkward kid developing into my worst nightmare and fears of all the things I have potentially done wrong. I think the director and/or screen-writers for "Bates Motel" attempted to portray Norman as a shy, socially gawky, sensitive and caring - often misunderstood, but "nice at heart" kid - but it just falls flat as Normon is such a complete moron. What happens if my kid turns out like this frail goof? Couldnt deal with it! Kill it with fire!
What did I say to this "La la la! La-la-la-la la!" odious child after I beat him in NHL 15?
"Alright, kid. Suck it."
Rose and I have become snooty with each-other. What was once a semi-caring, hydrogen fueled lustful meeting of our two hearts has become a personal vindictive strife to see who is the moral and intellectual superior. She can be the moral superior, I dont care. But Rose is not a bright girl. What is it about hot chicks who fail to think beyond their immediate social, selfish needs? The sad part is is that Rose has become this prototypical, on-guard ego'ed bitch that just resonates the largest clock tower bells all across America of these vanity-whores who use their sexual power to gain self-esteem. Get fucking lost.
Got an eye exam and Im going to get new frames. I keep putting it off. The young lady who helped me the other day made googly eyes at me.
"So, what do you think?" I asked as I tried on a sample pairs of frames.
"You look great!" Bridgette replied. We got into a relatively long conversation for what I was actually there for, talking about our her own pair of glasses and eventually tangeted off into our pets and skimming our personal life. I can be very charming. "Well, when you're ready to make a decision on the frames, come back in and see me." She said, and I left