Tuesday, August 29, 2006

That Way Madness Lies

You're not going anywhere until you've cleaned that room like I told you to. I don't care if your stupid friends are playing in ten minutes. You should have cleaned it up this morning when I told you to. You have no one to blame but yourself.

Have fun playing games with the other babies. I can't believe he goes out to play games with his friends.

I know. Isn't it time he grew up?

Hey loser. Watch where you're going. Freakoid.

Hey freak! Yeah, freaky! Hey loser! Kiss this, you faggot. What a jerk.

You're late, again. You're always late. We started playing without you. You'll have to wait.

(Psst, I don't want to sit near him. He smells.)

I don't want to play with him. He's no fun to play with. You play with him.

Didn't you listen when I explained the rules? Hello? Space cadet?

You don't want to do that. That's a stupid play.

Come on. This is ridiculous. This isn't even playing a game. It's no fun to play when one person throws the game. He's giving you the game. He's not playing right. What's the point of even playing?

You're not very good at these games. Why do you play them?

You can't play. It's too hard for you. Anyway, we already said we were going to play this before, and it only works with three players. It doesn't play well with four. You can watch TV.

You have to go. It's getting late. Come on time next time or don't come. When you come late it wrecks the games.

You can't sit there, kid. You got drugs on you? Waiting for a homo to pick you up? Move along. Get out of here.

You're late again. What the hell is the matter with you? Didn't I tell you to come home by 11:00? Didn't I? Answer me. You never listen. Think you're so high and mighty, better than everybody else. Get out of my face and go to your room. You're grounded mister. And you can forget about playing games next week.

Turn off that damn music and go to bed.

Turn off the damn light. What the hell are you crying about? You shut up, or I'll give you something to cry about.


1 comment:

GROGnads said...

yet, they could be "waste-space-cases" upon the likes of them 'probs-slobs' folks, who apparently don't even HAVE any decent 'drugs' to immerse themselves within huh?
HOW much 'probability' upon THAT "doggie" in the 'window'?