Oh, shaddappa yo fucking face, whine-ass.

I need to be disinfected.

Yeah, but maybe not in the way you thought you meant.

The wife last night hits me with: "Honey, I promised our son I'd take him to the Easter Egg hunt tomorrow morning, but since my hours got switched and I have to open the store, I can't take him, so you'll have to do it."

To "take him to the Easter Egg hunt"?!?

If you want your sprog to have an Easter Egg hunt, you make him an Easter Egg hunt, you fucking cheapskate.

Turns out to be Wal-Mart. God damn, fucking destroyer of life as we know it, promoting-the-shipping-of-American-jobs-to-China Wal-Mart.

So where the fuck were your vaunted principles, that you didn't turn the fuck around and haul your sprog away from there post-haste?

[Snipped: Whining about the exact nature of humiliations no man of principle would subject his offspring to, but which Walmart-are-evil-cheapskates!-And-give-my-kid-candy-for-free! "Lincoln"(*) gladly had his endure -- only to top that glaring example of the fucking DEFINITION of hypocrisy, by having the fucking NERVE to whine about it here.]

At least my kid got a ton of free candy...ought to tide him over for the next few weeks.

Ah: "Loot, loot, loot, and it's all mine, mine, mine!"

The very essence of the Walmart mentality in a nutshell. And your complaint was what, exactly, again...?

(Not to mention that it sounds like your [no doubt already unbearable] sprog is going to grow up into at least as much of a blimp as that woman you so callously deride for her obesity. Hypocrite much, Bri--Oh, sorry, I forgot whom I was talking to. Of course you are.)

(*): The abuse of his name must have Ol' Abe spinning in his grave like the turbines of an F14 jet fighter.

I'll rattle my zipper.

So where the fuck were your vaunted principles, that you didn't turn the fuck around and haul your sprog away from there post-haste?

The wife made a promise to my son, I made sure it wasn't broken. I guess you give and then break your word all the time, right? Or do you actually swallow your arrogance and KEEP your word every now and then? I didn't want to be there, but a promise is a promise, and I'm a man of my word.

If you want your sprog to have an Easter Egg hunt, you make him an Easter Egg hunt, you fucking cheapskate.

That occurs NEXT week, on Easter Sunday.

Ah: "Loot, loot, loot, and it's all mine, mine, mine!"

Know any 10 year old kids who don't think like that?

And your complaint was what, exactly, again...?

If you're too stupid to figure it out, go stick your head in a toilet bowl and flush it a few times. Be sure to use Ty-D-Bowl; the color'll do ya good.

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