I have no idea if this is even medically possible, but, does there come a point where a woman’s lady parts just fall out and scurry out the door like a deranged rat from ill use?
This may be dirty, but not how you think.
I am talking about childbirth.
And I am not even targeting the easy one. The tv show, 19 And Counting.
I am talking about a true reality show going on at El Pollo Loco right now.
You could hear this family before they hit the front door.
Some people teach their kids to be polite in public and not scream an some don’t.
I would like you to meet Ms. Some Don’t.
You might think 13 children might be too many for one person to handle.
And you would be right.
Mrs. Some Don’t does not appear to have a lot of personal skills, like child rearing or discipline, herself or the kids.
However, she can lay prone and kiick out children like a motherfucker.
Watching the woman try to order and keep her kids from killing each other or burning the El Pollo Loco to the ground is like watching a blind man with down syndrome trying to herd kittens.
It stopped being amusing 5 seconds after the first one came thru the door.
I don’t see a wedding ring, so I can only assume that this is a solo adventure.
Feminists will tell you that a woman does not need a partner to have a child.
Can it be done by one person?
But, to quote Chris Rock, you can drive your car with your feet if you want to, but that doesn’t make it a good fucking idea.
And then, the part that really pissed me off happened.
She is paying for lunch for her pack of rudeness with WIC.
Welfare, for those who don’t know.
Great, I am paying for this little production of Our Town. Awesome. (It may take a village, but get off your ass.)
I realize this will piss some of you off, that I am not celebrating the joy of life and the new American Dream.
Where everything is free, except for those of us who pay taxes, we’re the suckers that get to pay for room, board, medical, and college for anyone and everyone.
Fine, call me a rotten bastard, I stopped caring 2 weeks after I started this blog. If video games desensitize you to violence then this blog has desensitized me to holding my tongue and not screaming BULLSHIT when I see it.
I am a firm believer in carrying your own weight, and if you can’t afford something, don’t put yourself in that situation. Wipe your own ass.
I can only imagine the shit storm of hate mail I will get from this.
(And if you think I am kidding, consider the fact that I got 14 emails over my use of the phrase “Unholy bitch” a few weeks ago. Whining fucking maggots…)
As I write this, a total of 4 kids have been kicked out of the kitchen and two were involved in a salsa fight over at the condiments bar.
Mom has yet to open her mouth or chastise anyone.
My mother would have beat my ass for the antics I am witnessing.
I wonder if I could talk my mom into heading over here and beating the ass off of Ms. Some Don’t.
Based on my observations of Ms. here, Mom would make short work of this lazy carcass.
But, and I am going by personal memory here, the ass-whipping would pale in comparison to the verbal ripping she will be getting at the same time. (And don’t try telling her you won’t do it again, it just prolongs the ass-whipping.)