I don’t know what possessed you to bring three small children with you while fishing down at McCormack’s, dude in polo shirt. Kids want to go to the beach? Great, take them to the beach, right around the corner. You drove the rest of the crowd down there crazy yelling at them to behave, which they never did (protip: they sure as hell moved when I told them exactly how a hook would have to be removed from their faces, try that instead of just repeating gutless threats over and over).
On the off chance you are going to make a habit of this, how about you actually teach them to fish, not just dump them to play in the water while you do. I don’t know how you missed the giant warning signs, but that area has a current that could easily kill a grown man. —Sabiki Rigger
This article appears in Oct 4-10, 2012.
some people should never be allowed to have or bear kids. then there are the exceptions, such as myself. my kids always behaved in public, and at home. i gave them the face if they started to act up, and in about 20 seconds, they settled down. sometimes a look will do a lot of wonder.
The whole toothless-gummer thing probably scared them shitless, gramps.
at least i could get close to them piggy, you would have scared them a mile away, with your face and mouth.
lullz. Says the piece of garbage who begged me to fuck him for how long after meeting me?
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You get along so well with kids because you have the same IQ and mentality as them suckster.
And some kids are missing teeth too!
Sounds like Dad got stuck with the kids but went fishing anyway. I cannot think of a worse activity to take small children on. Something that requires manual dexterity, patience and quiet. To top it off you have sharp implements and a few feet of water. Nice one Dad!
Is that why you had yours taken out — so you could suck sebastard off and not get any shit stuck between your (probably rotten) teeth?
Wise choice.
tsk, tsk, poor kitty, will go thru life alone, with just her dildo for companionship. and all because no human male wants her. sad, sad, poor kitty, even the dogs run from you, and when you were a small kid, someone actually tied a pork chop round your neck, so the dogs would play with you, but you ate it before they even got close, and still eating pork today, in another form. poor, poor kitty, it must really hurt thinking you are queen shit, but you’re snot.