Dear God, I hate MySpace.
I hate it as much as I hate those damned Brazilians and their futbol.
Just take a look at this poor kid.
There's just no hope for her. She may as well resign herself to a life of bathroom blow jobs and illegitimate pregnancies.
And Jesus Christ what it must be like for this kid's father -- knowing that the angelic baby girl he once held in his arms and had such high hopes for is doomed to never advance beyond a 5th-grade reading level, and will wind up wasting her teenage years working at Hot Topic or Orange Julius, only to eventually develop a debilitating coke habit and die in a puddle of her own sick on a stripper pole in Smyrna, Georgia.
If he has anything resembling shame or human dignity, he'd end her suffering. He may as well get it over with before he sees her turn up on teenwhorethreesomes.com. I figure he's got about two months left -- three tops. Come on Dad, you created this mess, time to clean it up.
America, take a look at your future and assure me again that global warming is the biggest threat to this country.
This has been a "The More You Know" public service announcement... now back to My Name is Earl.
No comments:
Post a Comment