So he wants to be a cat, specifically a famous scientists cat?Something that my cunt muppet wrote "I want to live in a box and die" on, apparently.
So he wants to be a cat, specifically a famous scientists cat?Something that my cunt muppet wrote "I want to live in a box and die" on, apparently.
happy birthdaaaaay!!!MDjr is 11 as of today
Holy shit where does it go?
Don't you have a McDonalds to go to and leave your fuck trophy all alone?judging all your children's demonic vision boards from my high horse
Yep.just old enough to leave him in the woods for 3 days and check on him later
Yeah, that's what's going on here.if my kid used a school provided service and they tried to bill me Id tell em to get fucked
I see were on the same page with this.Yeah, that's what's going on here.
I asked for an appointment for the dumbass to see a counsellor, and she replied "oh, I see your deductible is blablabla, let's discuss that first".
I was like "hey, if I were gonna hire a fucking therapist, I'd do better than some bottom-feeder who doesn't even have her own practice and has to hang around schools waiting for kids to be dumbasses".
we didn't have vision boards when I was in school, but I did get in minor hot water (tepid water?) over a creative-writing assignment. I was big into horror, and like come on, we read A Rose for Emily in class so like, morbid shit was not out of nowhere, but my story was "concerning," but in a twist, it was a partnered exercise, and even though I 99% wrote it myself (my partner was a pal with ADHD and no interest in the assignment, and I didn't mind, so he was kind of a sounding board for the general story), he was the one who got called in for counseling sessions over it.judging all your children's demonic vision boards from my high horse
I wrote a delightful short story about a school shooting in the fall of 1998. Got an A on it.we didn't have vision boards when I was in school, but I did get in minor hot water (tepid water?) over a creative-writing assignment. I was big into horror, and like come on, we read A Rose for Emily in class so like, morbid shit was not out of nowhere, but my story was "concerning," but in a twist, it was a partnered exercise, and even though I 99% wrote it myself (my partner was a pal with ADHD and no interest in the assignment, and I didn't mind, so he was kind of a sounding board for the general story), he was the one who got called in for counseling sessions over it.