To:
The manager of my office building, who expects us to keep every light switched off to save on the electricity bill while he's too fucking lazy to spend five minutes figuring out how to program the automatic air conditioner so that it doesn't kick on in the evenings and weekends when nobody's here.
Governing bodies that have the authority to pass legislation regarding subjects that they know absolutely nothing about that will ultimately require hours of extra work on my part but won't make the slightest fucking difference in terms of what the laws were intended to accomplish.
Sports Illustrated (a few weeks late - couldn't get around to the issue until last night). For fuck's sake, some of the best free agents in the game being swapped around, players like Sidney Crosby, the Predators drama, California getting the Stanley Cup for the first time, and the best fucking cover you can give hockey is a "where are they now?" feature about some guys from a thirty-year-old movie filled with nothing but bullshit we could all easily learn courtesy of Google and a visit to their website? What the fuck? Don't get me wrong. I love that movie, but come on.
And finally, you little shitstain of a brother, you can seriously fuck off. The rest of that story is below, if you care.
If you don't, fire away. And have a great weekend.
It didn't last long. He was at my place by a quarter to five and gone before the hour was up. He asked me "how are you?" and the most I could muster was "pissed off." I barely spoke to him. I made us dinner and just sat on the couch and read, basically ignoring him and just grunting brief answers when he asked me any questions. I told him he didn't get to stay at my house during the day while I was at work because I couldn't trust him. He asked what time I left in the morning before work. I said between five and six. He said he couldn't get up that early because of the medication he took - which is complete and utter horseshit. When he stays with my parents in Colorado he easily gets up at those early hours. Does he think my parents and I don't talk to each other or something?
Then I just lost it. He has this habit of pounding around like an ape - and he's a big guy, 6'7" tall and gawd knows how much weight. The thing is, I live on the second floor, which means my poor downstairs neighbors have to listen to his thougtless racket-making like somebody's dropping bombs on their ceiling. I get angry at him about this every single fucking time he comes over and it never, ever, ever gets through his goddamm head because if it isn't something that bothers HIM, if it doesn't put HIM out or take away anything from HIM, then it just plain doesn't matter. He did it once, flopped his thug feet on the floor like the noise didn't matter and I just let loose on him. Screamed at him. I wasn't really screaming loud, but I was talking really, really fucking mean. I couldn't help it. I'd been stressed out about having him over all week. I'm not really supposed to have guests that stay for several days in my building, especially ones like him that are just rude noise-makers with no regard for the peace and quiet of the neighbors. He's come around a few times when I wasn't home, dressed like a thirteen-year-old punk rocker on crack who smells like he's been rolling in a pig pen for a week with dirtbag buddies that have names like "Cannibal" and "Ugly" and loitered in the lobby waiting for me to return, talking about smoking pot just a few short feet away from my manager's fucking apartment, as if it weren't against the law. He's almost gotten me evicted twice. I had absolutely no patience whatsoever left for him. None.
He tries to explain that the big thud was only because he was trying to make sure he didn't kick over my beer, interrupting me. I keep telling him to shut the fuck up and actually listen to the words that were coming out of my mouth. He keeps interrupting me. Finally, he says "I don't want to be a burden to you. Look, I've got a friend who lives five miles from here. I'll go stay with him." I tell him he's welcome to stay as long as he's respectful and leaves when I have to. He gives me the same bullshit about his medication, says he doesn't want to be a burden again and walks out the door.
Good fucking riddance, you goddamm brat.
The other night, I was talking with my step-mom about all this. She's had her share of his freeloading bullshit and more, as I explained in my last post about him bumming around her house just drinking and being a lazy slob and expecting it like it was his due or something. She said he wrote her some letter asking her why she can't just be his friend and why she always has to give him such a hard time. Well, first of all, you stupid shit, she's your mother, not your friend, and parents shouldn't feel any obligation to support their grown children who are making bad, dumb choices while taking advantage of them. Second, you don't mean "why can't you be my friend?" You mean "why can't you just let me do whatever I want whenever I want to no matter how much of a pain in the ass I'm being without giving me shit for it?"
Last night, it got worse. My aunt called to let me know that J. had called her to tell her he was fine and that he had a place to stay (oh, and did I tell you? This is after he fed her a load of rubbish about having to sleep in bushes and shit all the time and giving her whopping, lying-ass sob stories about poor widdle J.'s struggle to survive as if none of his problems had anything to do with his own behavior. The thing is, she wasn't around for a lot of his antics while we were growing up. She spent most of her life in New York, three thousand miles away. She believed him. After I called to tell her what had happened Wednesday night, she was genuinely worried about him. I told her not to be, that he'd figure something out. He always does. It's how he's made it to his age without barely ever having a place of his own to be responsible for). Well, that much was nice of him, but then he calls me to say he's sorry. The thing with J. is that "sorry" isn't something he genuinely means. It's something he thinks he can just say after being an asshole and that all should be forgiven because of it, no matter what he's done. If I could count the number of times he's blurted "I said I was sorry!" when I've been upset with him, as if that one fucking word just gives him some tabula rasa...jeebus. It makes me SICK. I try to tell him it's not that I don't love him or care what happens to him, it's that I can't trust him and that he's going to have to work long and hard to earn back that trust. Then he says - and this is the absolute kicker. My gawd, my jaw nearly became unhinged it dropped open so wide - he actually says the following words to me:
"I have never stolen from you."
I couldn't believe it. Could. Not. Believe. Those. Words. Left. His. Fucking. Mouth. That's like a German saying "we never invaded Poland." Then, the worst part of all, when I call him on it? He just says "I can't talk to you, Emily" and hangs up the phone. I guess that's an easy thing to do when you don't have to face someone in person or deal with honest criticism when you've hurt, betrayed or taken advantage of them, the gutless little wimp. Go ahead. Just hang up the phone. Run away from what you've put people through and get back to your beer and dope. Shitstain. Like I said, good riddance until you grow the fuck up.
Posted by Emily at July 20, 2007 06:15 AM | TrackBack (0) | Category: The FFOT 2007I'll double the fuck off on your brother.
Barry Bonds can fuck off, we all know why.
I should probably tell the guy scrawling notes on the bathroom wall to fuck off, but hearing an eight year old ask his father what a "hot bottom in green Civic" meant cracked me up.
Posted by: Tainted Bill at July 20, 2007 06:31 AMChiggers. Chiggers can totally sod off.
(For those who live outside the American South - chiggers are kind of like ticks, except they don't burrow into you, and AFAIK, don't carry disease. But they are parasites, and they have a nasty habit of crawling up pant legs and taking their "blood meal" [biologically, females need mammal blood to make their eggs] from the areas JUST BELOW the elastic of underwear, bras, etc....causing large itchy welts to form in areas of the body that it is most immodest to scratch, and which tend to be irritated by the clothing the sufferer wears).
But I can also sod off, because I didn't put on DEET, after handing the can around to all my students....because I was only thinking of mosquitoes at the time, and "mosquitoes never bother me." So it's kind of my fault that I'm covered with ugly itchy red bumps.
That said: at least the chiggers in that area won't go extinct; the next generation will be well-nourished.
Posted by: ricki at July 20, 2007 06:43 AMAyyyy. Sent you an email late night. Hope you got it. Heartfelt hugs.
Posted by: Susanna at July 20, 2007 06:51 AMAck, your brother can fuck off and take my no-good, non-child-support-paying, brother-in-law with him.
Posted by: Lisa at July 20, 2007 06:59 AMSusanna,
I did get it. Sorry I haven't replied - I've been really busy this week. Thank you so much for writing with support. Thanks to everyone that did. That was so thoughtful and really, really helped to cheer me up!
Emily, I'm sorry to see that your relationship with your brother has gotten worse.
But it's his fault. You know that, I just want to provide some "positive reinforcement". ;-P
Meanwhile, back at the ranch.....
A hearty FUCK OFF to idiot division chiefs who think that the world revolves around them, and BY GOD, they will get what they, when they want, REGARDLESS OF ANYTHING ELSE THAT MY OFFICE IS MANDATED TO DO. And a DOUBLE PLUS CHEESE SOAKED FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK FUCK OFF to asshat division chiefs who "shoot the messenger" because YOU ARE TRYING TO TELL THEM WHY THE IDIOT DIVISION CHIEF IS WRONG. But noooooooo, the execs have to stick together, and make sure the staffers give you what want, regardless of whether it'll work or not. And how much unnecessary work it requires, work that knocks other stuff off line until we are finished covering for your half baked asspie compatriots.
Fucking asspie munching clown. What do you think will happen during an emergency (and we do get those, now and then, don't we?), and we see that we have to recommend something that you may not like? You just shot initiative fucking dead. You're a new division chief, true, but not an inexperienced dweeb promoted after kissing ass for years. YOU ACTUALLY HAD A SHOT AT DOING A GOOD JOB.
Please note the use of past tense. It's gonna be a while before I trust you again.
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at July 20, 2007 07:07 AMMichael Fucking Sick Ticket "Ron Mexico" Diseased Shitbird Vick can fuck the fuck off with 100,000 volts of red hot eeeeeeeelectricitaaaaaay as the hounds of Hell tear his soulless body limb from worthless fucking limb whilst he is pelted with his own brand of unshelved and unsold Nike sneakers which have been rolled in dog feces and pig vomit.
I was so agitated and irate about him the last couple of nights when I got home the Trey was a bit alarmed. I was so disgusted. I was stomping around. And in tears in the afternoon as I sat in my little coffee house reading what I could stomach of the Smoking Gun documents before I VOMITED MY LUNCH and had to go home and stop the world from spinning rather than trying to write my stinking humorous novel.
I have gone cold and simply calculating today.
I know I should mind my own business - but for FUCK'S SAKE! This is a level of person (is this even a PERSON?!) that defies explanation. I am sure some shrinks I have worked with in the past can calmly explain this away - but to me this Vick animal is worse than fictional Hannibal Lecter eating a brain with fava beans and a nice Chianti.
To my knowledge a FICTIONAL creep with a profile like Vick's has not been created. Why not? Because he's so contemptible and sickening. He's not the least bit compelling or interesting. He's simply the lowest form of existence and no one would ever care to read a book or see a movie about such a character.
No one even prays for people like him. Why not? He has no soul. He's not even in the category of "lost cause" and might benefit from a plea to St. Jude.
I hate Nancy Grace - she is an hysteric and a freak... but I was almost willing to watch her hysterical freaky freakshow two nights ago because she was going to get on her freaky, hysterical soapbox about this story and ratchet up my ire. But I didn't need to get angrier about this sick fucking animal.
Excuse me - sick fucking MILLIONAIRE animal. MULTI-millionaire animal who has thousands of YOUNG, IMPRESSIONABLE BOYS (MANY OF THEM BLACK) who look up to him. Fucking piece of shit.
Here's just one tidbit to leave with you... federal sentencing guidelines dictate that Michael (Sick Prick Dick) Vick may be looking at a sentence of ZERO TO SIX MONTHS, unless the sentencing judge departs up from the guideline range. Sick as he is, he has no prior record. Sociopath.
There are several diagnoses on Axis II in the DSM-IV that fit this diseased shitbird. Those are the long-term, can't ever really be mitigated either through pharmacological nor interpersonal
interventions, you're just a fucking lemon diagnoses. The terminal mental sick ticket disorders. I bet he's a four-plusser on Axis II.
Lock his ass up with the lifers. Find him a pedophile cellie. Every homicidal maniac on the grid will beat both of their skulls in (after raping them). And no one will ever see it happen. Nope, warden, I didn't see nuthin.
No words. There are no words.
Thank you, I am done for now. That felt good.
Posted by: Susanna at July 20, 2007 07:07 AMSusanna,
Doesn't he get to keep playing in the meantime on top of it? Yeah, that's just fucking great. So glad the kids of America have someone like him to look up to. What a fucking sleaze. Actually, sleaze isn't even a potent enough word. I get sick too just thinking about what that jackass did.
Whether he keeps playing or not is up to the Falcons and Roger Goodell. It's easy to suspend a role player like Pacman Jones, let's see what he does with a star player endlessly pimped by the league's sponsors and sportscasters like Vick.
Posted by: Tainted Bill at July 20, 2007 07:23 AMI believe he does get to continue to play unless the Falcons organization is inclined to find something in his contract to put a foot in his ass. I doubt that will happen for myriad reasons. Mainly because the whole city of Atlanta would have to scream really loud and for a long time to get them to even explore the possibility. And the big reason? Money.
Oh, and there is the small matter of him being (now hush about this one) A BLACK MAN AND A BLACK QUARTERBACK IN THE NFL. Keep that one to youselves, kids. I mean, certainly no one will pull the race card before this clusterfuck is over, will they? Nah. Who wants to start the countdown?
Jesus. Where is Rush Limbaugh on Monday Night FBall when you need him? Let's get him to do some "color commentary" vís-a-vís Vick's predicament. He would be perfect. Bring him back! Limited engagement...
Posted by: Susanna at July 20, 2007 07:33 AMHey Em,
You did the right thing.
You did the healthiest thing you can do: taking care of YOU. No one can take advantage of you without your permission, so you denied giving him permission to hurt you more than he already has.
It's too bad there's no "Intervention" or 12-step program for sociopaths (which, stated simply, is someone with no conscience. Describes your bro to a "T", doesn't it?)
But there is boundaries, and you have clearly defined them with your brother. If he can't respect them, it's his fault, not yours.
Hugs,
Julie
To the NYTimes, who published a review of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows -- WITH SPOILERS -- before the book is even out, fuck you.
Prayers, Emily - so sorry about your brother.
Posted by: nightfly at July 20, 2007 08:04 AMLisa,
Are you shitting me? I'm totally not into this Harry Potter mania, but I know it's a lot of fun for a ton of people and for a professional newspaper to do something like that? I'm floored!
Susanna,
I know the race card thing is inevitable, but I just know it will send me into a stinking rage when it finally rears its stupid, ugly head.
Julie, 'Fly,
Thanks, guys!
I would like to sentence your brother to ironic penance.
He has to write "I have never stolen from my sister Emily" 25,000 times. He must number each one. All sentences must be grammatically correct, very legible, neat, and full and complete sentences.
He said it with conviction, he must write it with conviction. No typing or word processors. Handwritten. No helpers. No beer, no pot. Eight hours a day. Half hour lunch break. Five days a week. Like a job. Must arrive on time. Showered, clean, presentable, sober.
After 5,000 entirely properly executed sentences, it is mentioned that a reprieve, say, a light IN the tunnel exists. If Emily asks him questions and he answers truthfully, his "sentence(s)" can be reduced.
At what point, number what (?) do you think he might cave and begin to tell you what he has stolen?
Posted by: Susanna at July 20, 2007 08:21 AMEmily - oh shit. I'm really sorry to hear all of that.
Posted by: red at July 20, 2007 08:26 AMBy the by, has anyone heard from Ken? They had a little Magic Fingers action going on there this morning.
Posted by: Lisa at July 20, 2007 08:39 AMGosh, it's only 11:34 a.m. (EDT) and already all I can say is, ditto on the FO's for (1) all the stuff Emily said (and on the prayers), (2) that pit-bull-torturing-SOB, and (3) the PC-hands-tying on sports establishments.
And I'd like a grand old fuck off to be issued to the fallen nature of man that screws up relationships between men and women. This period of ambiguity sucks megadonkeys. On top of that, I'd like all the baggage from the failed vacations in my past to fuck off and let me have one good week off next week. I'm afraid to plan anything, 'cause it all seems to fall apart and the disappointment hurts, but Lord, I am SO tired and I need something fun to help me lighten the heck up.
Posted by: Kate P at July 20, 2007 08:42 AMO.K., I didn't word the part about the prayers very well--but please know you've got them, Emily.
Posted by: Kate P at July 20, 2007 08:44 AMweeks when several other people in the office are out on vacation can fuck off.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at July 20, 2007 09:03 AMNo FOs from me today, except to join the ones already stated.
Emily, I know you've heard this already, but you did do the right thing. He's toxic. And at this point, it's nobody's fault but his own.
Bonds, you're douchewater.
Vick, there are no words vile enough to describe you.
NYT, you're totally on my shit list right now.
And on the flipside, best thoughts to you, too, Kate. I'm sorry you're going through that unmoored, drifting feeling. That may be the worst of all.
Posted by: Shannon at July 20, 2007 09:10 AMSusanna,
He can't even hold a job. Indeed never has. I wouldn't count on him to do anything that would contribute to his character if he were under the thread of death.
Sheila,
Don't be too sorry. To be honest, I'm glad to be relieved from the stress and worry. It's not like he added a whole lot to the quality of my life.
Kate,
"the PC-hands-tying on sports establishments..." Oh, they can definitely fuck off. During hockey season, there's always some jackass who doesn't know fuck-all about hockey writing some earnest column about how we need to ban fighting in hockey. Um, yeah. And while we're at it, let's ban punching in boxing, too. This guy is a super-extreme jackass.
"Fighting in hockey is a discredit to the amazing talent of NHL players." What a clueless idiot. Um, dude...there's a reason why Wayne Gretzky only got in three fights during his whole career. Because his coaches would have killed him if he fought and his team enforcers (how much do you want to bet that moron doesn't even know what an enforcer is?) would have told him to cut that shit out because it was THEIR job, not his. Players with "amazing talent" DO. NOT. FIGHT. The guy who wrote that insipid article can fuck off.
And enjoy your vacation, Kate!
Posted by: Emily at July 20, 2007 09:11 AMJesus. Your brother can fuck off. That's all kinds of fucked up.
Posted by: Tommy at July 20, 2007 09:21 AMThanks, Shannon and Emily (T-minus 1 hour till I'm outta here).
Come to think of it, I've never seen an entire fight in a hockey game. My mom always made us turn off the TV if there was one, and. . . well, the Flyers have been so bad I haven't watched much hockey since I left home.
Posted by: Kate P at July 20, 2007 09:31 AMKate,
They rarely last more than about 30 seconds, if that much and the minute one guy goes down, the linesmen pull them apart. That whole "mark my words, somebody is going to get killed" bit was beyond hysterics (yeah, I'll mark your words, buster. So I can watch you eat them later). Nobody's ever been killed in a fight in the entire history of the NHL, not even when guys played with no helmets, no eye protection, and a lot less padding. Full team scrums are exceptionally rare. And there are rules - they aren't written down, but they are there and are considered to be as holy as the Ten Commandments for players. There are consequences for breaking them.
First, all the same as has been above to Emily.
Now, fuckoff to a certain company in San Francisco with which we're integrating products who has done fuckall for over a month and a half and is now trying to shift blame to us for their fuckallness. Fuckoff to them again for never giving us the promised training on the limited access we have to their shit so that when something comes up, we're stuck because they rarely return our emails or calls unless it's a big boss calling.
Fuckoff to a coworker who lives in Groundhog Day and resets his knowledge everyday for pretty much demanding -- not asking, but demanding! -- I train him on something I did not write and do not myself know how to use as I have had to tell him every fucking day -- no exaggeration -- for the past fucking month. And future fuck off to him on Monday when he fucking asks again.
And he can also fuck off for asking every fucking day if we'll be ready to ship and be done by next Friday. No. We fucking won't. Why? Because of what's above with Fuckall & Co. I can't fucking test and declare it ready if I don't have anything to fucking test with.
Fuckoff to work since two others will be on vacation for the whole fucking month of August for having me take over their tasks while they're gone bringing the number of things I have to do around here to 17 billion and 2 now.
And fuck off to that component of my personality that makes me so easily used.
Posted by: marc at July 20, 2007 09:37 AMA follow-up fuck off to an older fuck-off: the Captain of Team Geritol recently had the cojones to shove me during a game. Players do NOT shove refs. Ever.
Enjoy your season-long suspension, ya sawed-off little turd. I know that I will.
Posted by: nightfly at July 20, 2007 10:25 AM'Fly - I just read that post you wrote about the fucktard. What an asshole. I wouldn't call that cojones at all. What takes cojones is to play the game fair and deal with the ref's calls like a fucking man. Only pussies who can't take not having everything their way shove refs.
Posted by: Emily at July 20, 2007 10:32 AMDude Em. Your bro can fuck off and rot. What a turd. Sorry, I know he's your brother, but I can relate.... I've FO'ed hubby's toxic relatives here before.
FO INDEED to the NYT. The Baltimore Sun had a review up 2 days earlier and didn't manage to give away NEARLY so much of the book. The NYT review basically confirms that the "carpet book" is in fact genuine, while the Sun article left some ambiguity. Yes. I have read it. No I won't tell you. I'm impatient, that's all. If it's not real, someone did a damn good job.
Finally, FO to my summer student who thinks it's ok to come and go as she pleases, bring her boyfriend up to the lab, and miss meetings with me. Grrrrrr. Kids.
Posted by: caltechgirl at July 20, 2007 10:48 AMActually, the NYT earned a hearty FUCK OFF AND DIE years ago. During Stalin's pre-WWII systematic starvation of the Ukraine, for example.
But there's nothing wrong in reinforcing it. ;-P
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at July 20, 2007 10:53 AM(I'm here, Lisa)
Amen to the other fuckoffs, especially the Bro.
1) Fuck off to people who think that, of all the projects I am currently working on, the one that affects them is the most important. Strike that. Think that it's the ONLY one.
1.5) (because it's a small one) Minor fuck off to people who blithely throw out ideas for experiments. Yeah, I too have more ideas than time to try them. But I gar-o-n-damn-tee it will be my group here that sets the priorities on how our 11-12 hours a day is spent. My boss^3 actually apologized for that part (meaning how much of our precious time was sucked up in the meeting and in these things we are supposed to do). I replied that I don't mind the ideas being tossed, what irritates me is:
2) Fuck off to people who can extend a half hour meeting to an hour and a half by delving into myriad irrelevancies. TOTAL FUCKING IRRELEVANCIES. But you can't tell him to just STFU and stay on track because he's an old timer VP with the president's ear, and he really can be a valuable resource at times so we don't want to just tell him to STFU.
And finally,
3) FUCK THE FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK OFF TO THE TESTOSTERONE-CHALLENGE LITTLE SHITHEEL IN THE LITTLE BLACK PORSCHE WHO BLASTED OUT OF THE PARKING LOT BEHIND ME AND PASSED ME IN THE FACE OF ONCOMING TRAFFIC BEFORE I EVEN GOT INTO THE CORRECT LANE JUST SO HE COULD GET TO THE FREEWAY ONRAMP 50 FEET UP THE ROAD BEFORE I DID. DIE IN A FIERY ONE-CAR CRASH, MOTHERFUCKER.
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at July 20, 2007 12:10 PMStill praying, Emily. Which strikes me as only slightly more constructive than giving your brother a good pimp-slapping.
Pointy-haired corporate massas who screw up our production by unilaterally shifting our entire printing operation to a brand-new, barely-tested facility a hundred-and-something miles away, and expect us to create a new web size, shift all our deadlines and be ready to go on Monday can fuck the fuck off with Ben-Gay in place of lube. Oh, and we're expected to READ THEIR FUCKING MINDS! No wonder I keep drawing a blank.
Posted by: Joel, President of Catholics for Xenu at July 20, 2007 01:42 PMEmily-I'm sorry that you have to go through all that crap with your brother. I hope that somehow things get better.
The stuff about fighting in hockey is kind of funny. Derek Boogaard of the Wild recently ran a one day camp to show kids some basic rules about hockey fights and how to protect themselves. The way some people overreacted you would of thought he was teaching them how to behead infidels or something. I appreciate the skating and the stick handling aspects, but hockey is also a physical sport. Those people either need to get over it or just not watch.
BTW-I believe the only NHL player to die on the ice was Bill Masterson of the North Stars in 1968. That wasn't a fight, he got checked and fell, hitting his head on the ice.
Posted by: Dave E. at July 20, 2007 01:52 PMSorry...meant to say he died two days later, not on the ice. The Masterson trophy is in his honor.
Posted by: Dave E. at July 20, 2007 01:55 PMDave,
And the thing about Boogaard's camp - he's not teaching the kids goonery or sucker punching or anything like that. He's preparing them to deal with the tougher aspects of the sport - MAKING THEM LESS LIKELY TO GET HURT. Also, when they go through this type of thing, they can only get better at keeping their cool and learning not to fly into a rage when things get emotional during a game. Most of the worst types of career-ending injuries due to fights, like the McSorley or Bertuzzi incidents, happen when guys are in an impassioned frenzy and not thinking straight. Helping kids keep that shit under control is a GOOD thing. People are acting like Boogaard started a Fight Club where the only purpose was for kids to beat each other to a pulp. Ugh. Like you said, Dave, the game is about the stick and the puck and scoring, but sometimes these "get fighting out of hockey" sissies really piss me off. Start your own league that's just figuring skating with sticks and pucks if that's what you want to watch.
Helping kids keep that shit under control is a GOOD thing.
Yes, it is.
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at July 20, 2007 02:21 PMLarry King can fucking Fuck Off.
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at July 20, 2007 07:34 PM