| Babystalk, babystalk, it's a wonder you can walkPosted by SlumSlut
Sorry...but this asshole's commentary belongs more in the "Bingo" thread. Fuck you, useless waste of flesh. Witch? No...non-practising Roman Catholic. Bitch? Hell yes. Nazi? My famblee lived in Germany during WW2 Cunt, and suffered horribly at the HANDS of fucking Nazis. Go fuck yourself with a rusty chainsaw before you come here and open your goddamned foul mouth! ![]()
Things must be mighty boring in Cave Junction, Oregon if Urall has nothing better to do with the sad little poky little dial-up than troll this board. Go and explore the junction of your caves, Urall. Report back--we'd be utterly fascinated to know all about it. .......................................................................................................................................................... "we three found joy in the belly while filling out the police report..." --myrna minkoff
Jesus, there's been quite the influx of trolls of late. ---------- michaela "A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends, and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt, will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially in winter." -Jonathan Swift, A Modest Proposal
I'm trying to figure out just what horrible thing was done to a child that got the troll's panties in a twist. Was it because one of the more recent posters said they ignored a kid who was screeching "hihihihihi!" at them? Must be... telling kids 'no' is as bad as killing a kid in their book. Pretty lame excuse to do a hit and run on a message board.
actually, I was a quiet chyld who never bothered ANYONE. (I only became obnoxious as an adult). And I wouldn't have been allowed to bother anyone anyway. why? because my parents PARENTED rather than just BRED. It's called BEING RESPONSIBLE. Go look it up online! SO GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH A RUSTY SLEDGEHAMMER YOU DUMB SMELLY CUNT. GO BACK TO YER TRAILER PARK, EAT A FUCKIN' TWINKIE, AND SMOKE SOME MORE FUCKIN' CRACK. ![]()
This loser is from my state? ![]()
Trolls! I love the occasional troll! When they come here and post their nonsense, it's FUN to see how illiterate and illogical they are. Their posts prove everything we say about childed people! It's even more fun to watch the mods and others post the troll's personal inflrmation and online activities at other sites ![]()
So when is the last time a CF person attacked someone in Chuck E Cheeses? _______________________________________________ "I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things." - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
I would be happy to do so.
Breeders aren't worth going to jail over.
I'm sure you would all be shocked to learn that I said hello back to a kid yesterday instead of slamming him against a wall or tossing him in a concentration camp for having the audacity to speak to me. Do I have to hand in my Bratfree membership card? The circumstances were: a kid who was maybe 8 years old was leaving his house as I was walking by on the sidewalk. He said "hello" to me while he was opening the front gate. I responded with "hi" as I walked past. He made no attempt to further speak to me or to follow me; it was similar to the type of exchange I usually have when I pass an older person, except that the person who initiated the exchange was young. In retrospect, I see that was his crime right there: being young. As we all know, being young is completely unacceptable no matter how you behave. ![]()
A young person simply saying 'hello' and being on their way is fine. I would/and have responded too. That was a polite chyld just saying 'hello'. What irritates the bejebers out of me are these younger kids who will say 'hi hi hi' over and over and over... and even if you DO respond.. they continue... AND the parunt will let it continue and think it's cute.
If it makes any trolls feel better, i don't like it when adults say hi to me either. Except if they have a friendly dog with them. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "I have learned that pleasing everyone is impossible, but pissing everyone off is easy and fun as hell" ![]()
Pin a metal on me.. I got baybee stalked. All I could do was think of this board while the 'act' was in progress. Okay.. I went a local thrift store here that I like to putter around in. Sunday between 10 am and noon is the quietest time to go there on weekend. Got through all my brousing (and got some curtains for my bedroom, a nice pair of shoes and a sparkly shell and jacket combo to wear over the holidays with black velvet pants) and I was in the check out. Guy gets in front of me holding about a 2 year old. Kid had just gotten over a semi melt down as I heard him before I got to the front of the store. So duh stands there and is talking to the kyd and saying "are you a good boy? I think you're real good and you are going to get a baybee burger over at A&W. (which is just across the street) The kid had just screemed at the top of his lungs that he wanted some freekin thing that they wouldn't buy him.and now they're calling him a 'good boy' But then came the baybe stalk. The kid was looking into my basket. So duh looks into my basket and sees the sparkly top. "Oh, look at what that lady is buying? Isn't that shiny? So the kid leans off of duh's hip to try and touch it. I moved my cart back. Duh gives me a look. I keep ignoring the dicktrophy and he says to it "oh (some dumb name) I guess she doesn't wany us to touch it" Well NO! Sheesh!
Happened again! Yesterday it was one grand duh doing a group stalk. I was in a dollar store up here in Nova Scotia (I love to do a tour through Dollarama at least once while I'm up here) and it was a bit crowded because it was a drizzly day and all the tourists seemed to have the same idea. About 20 of us were kind of meandering through a couple asles... Suddenly we hear an older male voice saying.. loudly... "Oh lets just go right through the middle of all these people" I looked up and it looked like a grandduh with about a 2 yo perched on his hip. So he carged through a group of 5 of us... and said "see the people moved over" (did we have a choice?) and then he proceeded around the end cap and over to the next asle. I could still hear him saying "Where are the toys Bratleigh?" Then he made another remark about people being in his way... and then said (to bratleigh) "Tell the people that a pretty girl is coming through" (wtf?) TWO asles over I could still here this jerk. He finally found the toys and was describing each one to the brat. Actually the kid was pretty quiet but grandduh wanted everyone to know she was there and that they needed to get to the toys... and apparently in a big hurry.
I got soooo babystalked last week at the salon. I was minding my own business, sitting in the foyer reading a book while waiting for DH to pick me up as he was kind enough to take my car to get the oil changed. Door opens, in walks a moo with a toddler. This salon, while not Paul Mitchell-expensive, is a very nice salon/spa in an upscale and expensive part of town. It is also very small. So while I'm sitting there and mombie goes over to the stylist chair, her rugrat is playing with a ball. Next thing I know the damn ball hits me in the face! Next thing I know I have a toddler in my face. I hand the ball back to the kid then walked back to the salon area to inform my stylist and the receptionist the unattended child in the front just smacked me in the face with his toy. They were both horrified and my stylist (I do love that girl) invited me to sit in her chair while the receptionist distracted the kid. Needless to say I was furious! WTF was mombie doing-not a damn thing, just chatting w/her stylist over a haircut while she did not have her child in sight. I SOOO wanted to go off on the dumb cunt as this was not a day care, but my stylist is a color genius and I didn't want to get banned from the salon. Had it been under other circumstances I would have ripped that clueless bitch a new one! Puppies make the world a better place.
Had to help some greasy, mom-jeans wearing, blonde preggo who had two wild she-brats. She needed help with a self-serve copier. (That's right, I'm back in the copy center because miss "I need 40 hours" calls in a lot. YEAH BABY) "You press this button, then put in your originals, then press start..." For fuck's sake, just spend the extra $.01 per copy and let me do it. And then, "What do you mean color copies are $.49, I thought all the do-it-yerself was ten cents!" Despite the big, "COLOR COPIES: $.49" sign over the damn copier. Reading - it helps! Anyway, the stalking occurred as she was barely trying to wrangle her brats: "Kailie! Briannen! Get over here! Come listen to the lady and learn how to use the copier. Listen to the nice lady." What. I don't know what gave her the impression of me being a nice lady but whatever it is I need to stop it. The kicker was, she was copying her bratlets' back-to-school lists, despite us having all the local elementary school lists - including hers - available up front for free. Breeders are paradoxically cheap yet frivolous. Yo, fuck the back-to-school crowd. ---------- michaela "A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends, and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt, will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially in winter." -Jonathan Swift, A Modest Proposal
My husband and I were enjoying dinner and drinks at a pub after work yesterday, when a breeder famblee - moo, duhd, and female toadler of about 36-48 months - came in and sat in the booth right behind us.Toadler started in with the ear-piercing shrieking right away; then she began popping her head over the edge of the booth and mugging at my husband. Next, her keepers let her roam free range around the pub - you know, 'cause they're hip breeders, they're not gonna let something like spawning keep them from going out and getting their drink on! The only thing that keeps me from telling people like this off is that people around here are fucking crazy and I don't trust that they wouldn't try to start something right there in the pub, or as we were walking home.Sorry, only registered users may post in this forum. |