baby, it's cold inside my heart.
I hate kids. I hate parents. I hate families. So, if you happen to spot one of these bon bébé phone kiosk ads around NYC with a hole punched through the bébé's face, there's a decent chance it was me and my fist. It's probably a good thing I don't have kids, 'cause I'd dress them in garbage bags just to take in the looks from the asshat NYC parents who spend thousands on their infant offspring's designer wardrobe simply to feel superior to their poorer neighbors. (Thanks to Chris Markopoulos at YouMayAlsoLike for the tip/pic.) related: about.com's stupid pregnancy wordplay.
posted by copyranter @ 2:00 PM
7 Comments:
if they cant speak, they cant complain.
Oh, no! Your baby’s wondering why mommy’s kissing mommy!
Oh, no! I was adopted?
I know you! you're that little weird looking guy who wanders around 42nd and Madison. Coke bottle glasses, right?
I think we work in the same building.
It's on the corner of 35th and 8th.
omg, if you EVER AGAIN apologize to the "overly sensitive," I will stop reading this blog. DOWN WITH BABIES!
Awesome post. Right up to the apology. Don't let the breeders grind you down.
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