Or as I like to call it KIDS. That's right I am going to talk about those adorable little bundles of joy. What a crock of shit that is, kids are as big of a false advertisement as that Lays potato chip on the bag.
Earlier tonight I was at the gym working out. After my workout I thought I would stop by the basketball court to see if anyone was playing...evil vile little virus toting kids were everywhere. Apparently it was basketball practice for the future criminals of America. I have never witnessed so many "retarded" children in one place. Calm down I don't mean Jerry's kids.
The coach had zero control over these heathens. Hell, I am willing to bet Dian Fossey had a much easier time dealing with gorillas. Then again the coach looked like he would be more in his element if he were in front of a computer playing World of Warcraft...no offense Tater.
These little bastards were running around punching and kicking each other. At one point I had to shake my head because one of the little idiots seemed to morph into the karate kid. I would have smacked that kid. Showed him a little of the "Wax on Wax Off" Mr. Miyagi style. Shut up!...someone has to discipline these heathens and it sure doesn't look like it is going to be their parents. They pawned these spawns of Satan off on a "coach" that is only worried about getting his Warlock to level 54.
Tell you what if you are thinking of having kids go to the gym. Watch these devil children in action before you take that plunge.
And remember...
Eradicate stupidity one condom at a time.
Monday, January 30, 2006
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