It's all over the western and internetified world, basically. Societal reaction and how t is accomodated will vary though.
I've been asked several times over the years by parents of notorious tardy or truant students, to come by their house before school and pick up their kids. Last time, I was so fed up because the Karen was the screech…
It's all over the western and internetified world, basically. Societal reaction and how t is accomodated will vary though.
I've been asked several times over the years by parents of notorious tardy or truant students, to come by their house before school and pick up their kids. Last time, I was so fed up because the Karen was the screecher kind, my mouth took over from my brain and said: "Lady, I'm married and even if I wasn't I have better taste in women than bedding something like you no matter how drunk I am, so I'm pretty sure it. Is. Not. My. Kid! You're his parent, you get him to school!"
This earned me a stern chewing out from the principal (did that bring back memores of school!) and round of cheering and hollering in the faculty lounge, complete with pats on the back. Even my boss told me in private later that "Well done that man, you sure shut up that sandpaper-cunt for good!
They won't go to college in a stroller. They'll expect home schooling via screentime, and everyone gets an A+ participation trophy. Because they have rights dontcher know.
Oh don’t put homeschoolers in that category… I promise you every one of my kiddos would set you straight on that one… no stroller riding allowed in this house… (unless you’re a baby of course…)
It's all over the western and internetified world, basically. Societal reaction and how t is accomodated will vary though.
I've been asked several times over the years by parents of notorious tardy or truant students, to come by their house before school and pick up their kids. Last time, I was so fed up because the Karen was the screecher kind, my mouth took over from my brain and said: "Lady, I'm married and even if I wasn't I have better taste in women than bedding something like you no matter how drunk I am, so I'm pretty sure it. Is. Not. My. Kid! You're his parent, you get him to school!"
This earned me a stern chewing out from the principal (did that bring back memores of school!) and round of cheering and hollering in the faculty lounge, complete with pats on the back. Even my boss told me in private later that "Well done that man, you sure shut up that sandpaper-cunt for good!
They won't go to college in a stroller. They'll expect home schooling via screentime, and everyone gets an A+ participation trophy. Because they have rights dontcher know.
Still howling with laughter.
Oh don’t put homeschoolers in that category… I promise you every one of my kiddos would set you straight on that one… no stroller riding allowed in this house… (unless you’re a baby of course…)
Agree 100% with everything else you said… 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽
Love it! Excellent!