So. I can either:
a) Be boiled alive in my own sweat
b) Open the window and listen to my aunt's kids
I am torn, you guys.
But I'm starting to think slow death is less of a torture than listening to children crying, singing, blabbering, whining and--
Listen, I fucking hate kids, okay?
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I'd choose boiled alive.
Any day.
D:
Oops, there go my future kids into care ~
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And kids in public transportation, oh my God. ;_;
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I KNOW.
The crying and the screaming and the running around and ohmygod brb jumping out the window now.
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That's the worst thing about kids. Their parents are always around so you can't smack them. B|
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And I hate kids too. And I'm afraid of pregnancy.
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I once asked my whole family what they would say if I announced I'm pregnant:
"We wouldn't believe you", in unison.
So I may not be afraid of GETTING pregnant, per se, but the whole concept of pregnancy just squicks me. I mean, you have something in your tummy. Something alive. GROWING. And then you'll have to push it out. JAYZUS.
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IT'S LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A HORROR FILM. D:
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(see? I'm not completely heartless! :D)
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=ElgkLZX401E - could you imagine having to put up with that in real life? I love the tagline though
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