Saturday, July 23, 2005
I'VE GOT TWO WORDS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO KEPT RUNNING INTO ME AND GENERALLY GETTING IN MY WAY AT WAL-MART TODAY:
BIRTH CONTROL.
JUST STOP MAKING BABIES PEOPLE. STOP IT.
THERE, WHEW. I SAID IT.
MAN! UN-FREAKIN-BELIEVABLE.
JUST PLAIN STOP WITH THE BABY MAKIN'! MAYBE I WILL ELABORATE ON THIS LATER, BUT I JUST HAD TO GET THAT OFF MY CHEST WHILE I WAS STILL MAD ABOUT IT...
SIGH.
STOP.
BIRTH CONTROL.
JUST STOP MAKING BABIES PEOPLE. STOP IT.
THERE, WHEW. I SAID IT.
MAN! UN-FREAKIN-BELIEVABLE.
JUST PLAIN STOP WITH THE BABY MAKIN'! MAYBE I WILL ELABORATE ON THIS LATER, BUT I JUST HAD TO GET THAT OFF MY CHEST WHILE I WAS STILL MAD ABOUT IT...
SIGH.
STOP.
