When I was 13 the sensei at the mall taekwondo school said I was his most promising student and that he ran an underground fighting ring after dark where people placed bets. But when I showed up ready to enter a shadowy world of bloodsports I just - you guessed it - got molested
I work at Apple and every night they strap me into a booth and let me pick 1,000 people’s alarm clocks to silence. They strap me in and I strain to reach the buttons with my tongue. Thrash against the straps like a muscle of fishmeat. Blister my tongue against the hot buttons.
My toddler loves Monsters Inc. especially Mike Wazowski.
Yesterday I was in Walmart and came across this cool t-shirt.
I immediately bought it, put it on in the car, and rushed home to show my toddler.
I hunted her down as soon as I came through the door.
She was sitting on the couch watching Hogi and eating Goldfish crackers.
I said, ‘Libby check out my cool new shirt!’
I was beaming. I just knew she was gonna think my shirt was the coolest shit ever.
She looked at me, looked at my shirt, scoffed, and yelled, ‘GO AWAY!’
Listen.
I don’t think we talk enough about what huge pieces of shit toddlers are.
That’s literally my TV you are watching.
I paid for those Goldfish crackers.
That’s my fucking couch.
I bought this cool t-shirt ONLY because of you.
And this is your response you f#ggot piece of sh!t??
You are wearing a shirt with a turtle on it that says, ‘Turtley Adorable’ you fuck!ng idiot.
You are broke.
Homeless.
Have poor life skills.
You can’t even fucking speak English.
You are basically a Somali immigrant only brighter in complexion and with much less forehead mass.
I’ll wipe my ass with this shirt.
Fuck this shirt.
Bitch nigga.
Your mom is fat.