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.
I’m a man of simple pleasures. All I need is a six-pack of beer, a joint of good weed, a couple gummies, 30 mg of Adderall, 0.5 mg Klonopin, a pizza, some ketamine nasal spray, a Coke Zero, half gram of blow, a Perc 30, a mock draft simulator, NFL pro and I’m perfectly content.
The costco produce section is a third world slum market. Ancient Marrakesh. I am seeing head shapes and hearing languages never before documented. These people were not meant to see pallets of bananas by the ton. They cannot comprehend the scale. We need 200 million deportations