"God, if they're that obsessed with gaming, how'd they ever manage to have kids?"
They each rolled a twenty on initiative?
They had to get naked to get past the dungeon trolls?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
"God, if they're that obsessed with gaming, how'd they ever manage to have kids?"
They each rolled a twenty on initiative?
They had to get naked to get past the dungeon trolls?
And a horrible part of me is thinking, "God, if they're that obsessed with gaming, how'd they ever manage to have kids?"
Having gamed for 42 hours straight, they each took a shower. As she got walked around the end of the bed to get her nightgown after drying off, he emerged from the bathroom, slipped on some water and fell on top of her. Somehow, Tab A entered Slot B, and they figured, what the hell, we're in position.
Ugh. I have two kids (who are napping at the moment) and I can't imagine how stupid and selfishly evil people can be.
How does a kid's head end up matted with cat urine?
I would pay folding money to be able to kick these people's asses.
I would pay folding money to be able to kick these people's asses.
I would pay folding money to be able to watch you kick these people's asses.
I would pay folding money to be able to kick these people's asses.
I would pay folding money to be able to watch you kick these people's asses.
I would pay folding money for both of them to be sterilized. And for paperdol to kick their asses and megan watch.
Sell tickets - use the money to pay the kids' medical bills.
After the heart-stomping I got from the news stories about the vegan parents and their poor little infant who starved to death on apple juice, my only response to this is a weary, "Hey, look, they're still alive, they're safely far away from the morons and gaining weight again, and no more cat pee. Compared to some children of the criminally ignorant, they're living in Happily Ever Afterland."
But, oh, how I want to snuzzle and cuddle them to make up for every second their parents ignored them crying for attention and help. Maybe I can do it while ignoring their parents' cries for attention and help as paperdol beats the shit out of them.
After the heart-stomping I got from the news stories about the vegan parents and their poor little infant who starved to death on apple juice, my only response to this is a weary, "Hey, look, they're still alive, they're safely far away from the morons and gaining weight again, and no more cat pee. Compared to some children of the criminally ignorant, they're living in Happily Ever Afterland."
gah. seriously. I so very much hate the child neglect/abuse stories and somehow can't keep myself from reading them.
Especially if the Cobble Hill area really does "up and come"
I'm not sure what kind of monkey crack that CLer was smoking, but Cobble Hill is well beyond "up and coming." (That's the neighborhood DH and I were priced out of when we bought our current place in Kensington>.)