I dislike with great intensity little children who run screaming like banshees throughout the building, dumping (and I do mean dumping, you'd think it had been snowing - ) popcorn and Cheetos all over the floor.
I dislike with greater intensity the inattentive mothers who allow their little children to run screaming like banshees throughout the building and dump popcorn and Cheetos all over the floor - or not pay any mind when their idiot boys bounce rubber balls near highly fragile glass objects (and I do mean "idiot boys", for one of them is at least twelve years old and is so repressed by his equally ignorant uber-religious born again mother that while he can blather on about Jesus -
("walkin' on the water. Sweet Jesus walkin' in the sky")
- he doesn't even know that ".25" means twenty-five cents).
These are the kids who will inherit the world.
Of course, I'll be dead by the time that happens. What, me worry?
I dislike with greater intensity the inattentive mothers who allow their little children to run screaming like banshees throughout the building and dump popcorn and Cheetos all over the floor - or not pay any mind when their idiot boys bounce rubber balls near highly fragile glass objects (and I do mean "idiot boys", for one of them is at least twelve years old and is so repressed by his equally ignorant uber-religious born again mother that while he can blather on about Jesus -
("walkin' on the water. Sweet Jesus walkin' in the sky")
- he doesn't even know that ".25" means twenty-five cents).
These are the kids who will inherit the world.
Of course, I'll be dead by the time that happens. What, me worry?
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