| Babystalk, babystalk, it's a wonder you can walkPosted by SlumSlut
I buy "baby"products for myself which include the oil, lotion, powder, and wipes. I figure anything made for baybee will be good for sensitive skin and not heavily perfumed.I also occasionally buy baby food and Pedialyte whenever any of my cats gets a cold or doesn't feel well. However, the drawback is I am frequently shopping on the baybee aisle. I attempt to see that the aisle is clear of moos before I approach it, but occasionally one will happen up while I am shopping and will nearly ALWAYS have a fresh loaf in tow. The baybee stalking will begin right away and I am sometimes trapped between TWO moos and can't make a hasty retreat. ![]() ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much? I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!
they're attention whores of the highest caliber!
Without a doubt, breeder sow-moos are everywhere and NO WHERE is "safe". ![]() ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much? I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!
Hey all! I'm back! After a move, f'ed up upstairs neighbors, and a new job that takes up MUCHO time, I must post. This new job, well, it's retail. I am forced on a daily basis to interact with children. My co-workers find it hilarious when I chat up the parents and kids - hey, I'm trying to make sales - then, when they leave, my face loses it's plastic perma-grin; my nostrils flare, and I go for the hand sanitizer. Everyone tells me I'm great with kids. Well, that's because I'm a great at pretending. I happen to think it's the Gods' joke on me. Make me great with kids and ALSO make me so I don't like them. Yay! It's your hell; you rot in it!
and welcome back!![]() ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- If YOU are the "exception" to what I am saying, then why does my commentary bother you so much? I don't hate your kids, I HATE YOU!
i don't know if this is also considered babystalked. my boyfriend and i ate in a restaurant. there were a smoking area and non-smoking area separated by solid wall partition. neither of us smoked, so we sat in non-smoking area. it was pretty empty; only us dining in that area. then from the smoking area, came a young man carrying a little child. he put the brat on the lone high chair on the back of the area and left the brat there. i thought the man wanted to move to non-smoking area so he left his brat here, but the man didn't come to pick the brat up. imagine a young brat on high chair without supervision; the brat can't properly walk or talk, but strong enough to sway back and forth on that high chair (at the critical rate of creating enough torque to flip the chair past its center of gravity) --oh, the horror! the only thing in my mind was, if that thing fell and suffered from permanent brain damage, we are going to be blamed. basically we are forced to have the moral obligation to babysit this neglected child--while his dad probably had his daily dose of tobacco in the smoking area. at one point the brat almost fell together with the high chair--luckily my boyfriend (who are much nicer than me; not a childfree) reacted fast enough to prevent major disaster. after 20minutes, halfway through our dinner, the man who previously left the brat came again. i shouted to this man "sir, your son could have fell and been injured on that high chair. he swayed on that, it is unsafe!" the man replied, "oh, really?? *baby-talked to the son* aaawwww, you bad, bad kid, don't doooo thaaat! awwww...kuchikuchikhuchi! goo gaa daa daa" then left the brat once again on that high chair. so he thought we were free babysitters? he expected us, two strangers, to look after his brat while he's away? even after i finished my dinner and left, the man had not come to pick the brat. hmm. interesting. spread meme, not genes to my uterus: Y U NO GET THE FUCK OUT FROM MY BODY?
Today was probably the first time I've been babystalked by an adult since I learned the word for it. My boyfriend and I were shopping at Walmart (my first mistake) and had wandered off in different directions to gather things. When I was near dairy, I noticed a scruffy man in pain-covered clothes pushing a cart with a toddler sporting a mow-hawk in it. I didn't care, I only noticed them because they were standing near the cream cheese that I was after. Some time later, I caught sight of my boyfriend and we made our way towards each other. I didn't notice the guy and his kid get in front of me, but somehow that's where he was, ahead of me and to my left. "She's looking at you! She thinks you're...(something I didn't catch.)" The guy was addressing his kid, loudly, but I could see in my peripheral vision that the guy was smiling at me. I wasn't looking at your kid, guy, I don't give a damn. I made a point to keep my head forwards towards my boyfriend, where I had been looking all along. My boyfriend met up with me right next to where the guy had stopped his cart. Funny, when I didn't pay I only noticed the guy one more time after that, walking off somewhere while leaving the cart, toddler still in it, completely unattended. Classy.
He didn't want the brat BACK. it's still there in the restaurant.
HA. asshole just wanted attention. and WHATS with toddlers having mohawks? another cool thing breeders made totally LAME.
It seems that children have this thing where they tend to gravitate towards people that DON'T like them. Happens to me all the time. Especially in Wal-Mart. I always glare at them if they bump into me. And of course Moo gives me this look. Like, if you say anything to my preshus shitling I will tear you to shreds. I try to be polite and not say anything. I've also had a child come up to me because it mistaked me for it's owner. Sigh. We don't need MORE people on the planet, we need BETTER people. “I don’t have pet peeves, I have major, psychotic fucking hatreds.” — George Carlin
I've also come up with a lovely, sophisticated term for Wally world brats or just any loaf in general that's in a bad spot. An IPSC. Or Inappropriately Placed Small Child. My partner and I joke about it all the time. It stems from a joke I made while watching an episode of Steve Irwin on Animal Planet early one morning. They had the camera at ground level as they showed Steve and Terri helping an owl on the roadside and all of a sudden, a tiny ant comes into the shot as it crawls on the white painted roadline. I nicknamed it the inappropriately placed ant and being as sleep deprived as I was, I found it hilarious. And so, I applied the innappropriately placed logic to other things and voila. Blah, how TL;DR. Sorry if that was a bit off topic. We don't need MORE people on the planet, we need BETTER people. “I don’t have pet peeves, I have major, psychotic fucking hatreds.” — George Carlin
My fiance and I were fucking baby stalked at the DANCE STUDIO yesterday where we both dance. Moo comes in with her probably 5 year old and her I'm guessing 1.5 year old loaf. She puts the loaf down on the floor where the fucking thing SCREAMS BLOODY FUCKING MURDER. My fiance and I both cover our ears, when moo is in earshot I said "What FANTASTIC birth control!!!!!" Moo gives me a dirty look ( bitch) and lets the thing keep screaming, WHILE moving towards us. We move, I look at her she smiles with the "isn't she cute mommy smile". I roll my eyes. She catches the fucking hint and leaves. I wanted to punt the fucking thing.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What is a home without children? Quiet. ~Henny Youngman I don't want people who want to dance, I want people who have to dance. ~George Balanchine "I took the batteries out of my biological clock and put them in my vibrator"
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