Shimmer
Well-known member
Dear people who aren't me who chose to breed:
Control your fucking spawn when they're out in public. At no point in time should I ever have to worry about some brat in a pair of Heelies running me down in the aisle. In fact, the next time your little demon seed runs into me? I'm pushing the little fucker down.
You nimrods are so afraid to discipline your children, terrified they won't like you or be your friend anymore, you're effectively handicapping them for life. They've got no coping skills, no interacting mechanisms, and no ability to empathize or relate to another person on a mental, intellectual, or emotional level.
Teach your kids some fucking respect, for themselves and for strangers. Teach them that when Momma says "Stop it, before I take you to the bathroom.", it fucking means something. You don't have to beat them, there's a world of difference between effective applied force in a controlled manner to stop an undesirable behaviour and beating a child. Learn it, live it, love it. I guarantee you, take little Susie or Jose into the bathroom and wear his ass out a few times, and he'll stop that running around/tearing into toys/knocking strangers over bullshit.
Teach your kids about what it means to deal with the word "No", and that hearing that word doesn't mean the end of the world is nigh.
Shut their fucking smart mouths up. I'm sick to death of hearing 9 year olds backtalk their moms. Slap his teeth down his throat, give him consistent discipline and have a set of expectations for his little pseudo emo adolescent ass. Teach him to mow the yard, take out the trash, and keep that fucking nasty bedroom clean.
Make your 14 year olds cover their tits, too, while you're at it. And buy her some pants that fit. A 4" gap of skin over the belt and under the bottom hem of her t-shirt, particularly when it's filled by the flesh equivalent of a bag of dog food wrapped around her waist, don't exactly scream "Hey! Guys respect me, I ain't playin'!" It actually kind of screams "Look at me! I put out! And suck dick!" because that's probably the only attention they know how to get from a male, thanks to the unbelievable Daddy Issues this generation of female is growing up with.
And finally, the next time your brat runs across my path, causing me to simultaneously stump my toe and hit my elbow, don't be surprised if I later on swing back by and plow the little bastard with the side of my shopping cart. I won't be looking to avoid him in the future.
Best,
Me.
P.S. If I ever find the motherfucker who created Heelies, I'm going to beat him within an inch of his life with one of those fucking shoes.
Control your fucking spawn when they're out in public. At no point in time should I ever have to worry about some brat in a pair of Heelies running me down in the aisle. In fact, the next time your little demon seed runs into me? I'm pushing the little fucker down.
You nimrods are so afraid to discipline your children, terrified they won't like you or be your friend anymore, you're effectively handicapping them for life. They've got no coping skills, no interacting mechanisms, and no ability to empathize or relate to another person on a mental, intellectual, or emotional level.
Teach your kids some fucking respect, for themselves and for strangers. Teach them that when Momma says "Stop it, before I take you to the bathroom.", it fucking means something. You don't have to beat them, there's a world of difference between effective applied force in a controlled manner to stop an undesirable behaviour and beating a child. Learn it, live it, love it. I guarantee you, take little Susie or Jose into the bathroom and wear his ass out a few times, and he'll stop that running around/tearing into toys/knocking strangers over bullshit.
Teach your kids about what it means to deal with the word "No", and that hearing that word doesn't mean the end of the world is nigh.
Shut their fucking smart mouths up. I'm sick to death of hearing 9 year olds backtalk their moms. Slap his teeth down his throat, give him consistent discipline and have a set of expectations for his little pseudo emo adolescent ass. Teach him to mow the yard, take out the trash, and keep that fucking nasty bedroom clean.
Make your 14 year olds cover their tits, too, while you're at it. And buy her some pants that fit. A 4" gap of skin over the belt and under the bottom hem of her t-shirt, particularly when it's filled by the flesh equivalent of a bag of dog food wrapped around her waist, don't exactly scream "Hey! Guys respect me, I ain't playin'!" It actually kind of screams "Look at me! I put out! And suck dick!" because that's probably the only attention they know how to get from a male, thanks to the unbelievable Daddy Issues this generation of female is growing up with.
And finally, the next time your brat runs across my path, causing me to simultaneously stump my toe and hit my elbow, don't be surprised if I later on swing back by and plow the little bastard with the side of my shopping cart. I won't be looking to avoid him in the future.
Best,
Me.
P.S. If I ever find the motherfucker who created Heelies, I'm going to beat him within an inch of his life with one of those fucking shoes.
