Editor's Note: Actually that's a fallacy. You really don't have a life until you procreate. It says as much in the bible I think.
I have a few grievances to air:
*To the idiots who do their handicapping at the self betting windows at the race track, please stop fucking over the regular bettors. The machines are there for convenience – not for you to look at odds.
*To my family – just because I don't have a kid doesn't mean I don't have a life. If you schedule a family get together during a Kentucky game don't expect me there. I don't schedule my parties during your church services, so don't fuck with my religion.
*To my HD antenna – why are you such a bitch that all 3 local channels come in at different points? It's bad enough I can't get Fox in HD, but I have to constantly move my rabbits ears because Directv won't allow a national broadcast channel.
*To my local newspaper – a hold means I don't want the fucking paper delivered. And when I call 4 straight days and you tell me the hold is on, yet I still get the fucking paper, don't ask surprised when I cancel my subscription.
*To talk radio, specifically Bill Cunningham – stop saying that because people are trashing Bush's name it means that it is open season on Obama. When Barack begins ignoring the Constitution and starts an unnecessary war, then you can talk shit. Until then, shut the fuck and support the President (elect).
*To the Unity Church – I don't know how you got my email, but I've unsubscripted to your shit every time you sent me your propaganda. Take a fucking hint – I don't want your Godtalk or your hatred. And on a related note – fuck all of you that voted against Proposition 8. Now that gay marriage has been defeated in California, it's cited as a reason for everyone to oppose it. Just because there are bigots everywhere in this country doesn't make it any more right.
And with that I'm off to prepare for the feats of strength...
I gotta life!
Tia can't breed, but that doesn't make me lifeless. Once again, the literal interpretation of the bible falls short. And look what Mr. Editor has done: he's got me referring to my alter-ego in the third person. Waiit a minuuuute, that actually makes some kind of sense.
Posted by: Tia | December 19, 2008 at 05:04 PM
I have a kid and keep getting bugged by everyone when I'm going to have more. Kids are not like Lays potato chips, you absolutely CAN have just one.
Posted by: April | December 21, 2008 at 04:40 PM