Loading ...I have developed a seething hatred for the creepy little fuck that lives next door.
I’m serious. This little shit-for-brains has absolutely zero redeemable qualities. He’s dumb. He’s rude. He’s ill […]
Original post: Love a Child, Hate a Child
I have developed a seething hatred for the creepy little fuck that lives next door.
I’m serious. This little shit-for-brains has absolutely zero redeemable qualities. He’s dumb. He’s rude. He’s ill […]
Original post: Love a Child, Hate a Child
Don’t blame the kid, blame the parents.
And what’s wrong with letting him play in the backyard unsupervised? I do it all the time. Of course, our yard has a fence, and the gate latches are out of reach of little hands, and I keep the back door cracked so I can hear them, but still…
I blame them both. Goddamn whippersnappers.
There are a lot of atrocious little trolls out there. That’s why God invented the guy who invented ritalin.
I kid! I kid!
I waitressed for a while. When you wait in this armpit of a town your faith in humanity takes quite a hit; especially your view of the children/cretins.
Wow sounds like your brother….
I dislike children generally. It’s nothing personal, though.
The children I’ve been forced to interact with are specifically manipulative lying backstabbers. Evil.
And there was one kid of a friend of a friend who was so fucking ugly she was cute - like one of those old troll dolls.
I like the Victorian standard: Children should be seen and not heard - and then only for 15 minutes a day until they’re about 16 or 17.
Ick.
I hope you get over you’re seething hatred sometime soon.