Remember back when you were trying to ditch that broad and tried moving onto some other chick to deposit your DNA into and it went fairly well for a couple weeks? Then after you fucked the new one a few times she started acting territorial. Ya know, she'd check your phone, ask where you were, or even ask why you haven't returned her calls, and you started freaking out because she was acting so much like your last one.
Well, if you're like me, then you went back to your original pussy and appreciated it a little bit more because she wasn't as whacked-out as the last one, but then during that time you ended up knocking that broad up because you didn't really wanna pull out after experiencing the bullshit from her replacement . . . and guess what?
Holy fuck. Kanye West hasn't said jack shit appealing to me personally because as a rapper, he fucking sucks ass, but . . . the whole "Eighteen years," thing ain't no fucking joke. It's almost like paying a parking ticket no matter where you park your car, month after month after month after month . . . and at the end of a few years, you're like, "What the fuck! I didn't even want that fucking car!"
And much like a car where you have to get the plates renewed, you have to send that kid to camp or some shit. And much like a car's brakes, the kid is going to need new school clothes. And much like a car's manufacturer, you'll eventually want to send the kid overseas and see how it turns out over there, because pushing it away will save you money (your time) in the long run and a hell of a lotta more time on your computer rather than playing catch or some shit.
See, not only do I believe in abortion, but I somewhat admire those chicks out there who have taken a wire hanger, folded it and tried stabbing that liability out of their bodies in a violent torrent of bloodshed, which ultimately resulted in menstrual cramps squared---good. I mean, 'sorry' to all you out there with scars on your scalp because your mom was an irresponsible whore, or the crack babies who came out retarded and such, but life fucking sucks . . . I will still give you no change even at the stoplight. Now, you might think that self-aborting is a primitive, barbarian method to relive one's self of years and years of responsibility, but for real, if more abortions were performed, perhaps this world wouldn't be as fucked up as it is now . . . and in the same sentence, perhaps you or I might not even be here to begin with.
It's a strong argument that could go either way. It's a lot easier for those of us here to say, "You're not killing a fetus, you're killing a person!" Well, not really. You're discontinuing the progression of a liability if you abort your unwanted child. Additionally, you're likely saving other humans in roughly 20 years that much less aggravation by not having that kid, because adults these days can't even distinguish between moral and immoral or deal with reality outside of their children, more importantly raise them appropriately.
It's a one way street: weekend daddy. The street's so fucked, just go ahead and name the fucking thing . . .
Kids these days are so royally fucked up, but it's not their fault. They're stupid; burdened by hereditary; underdeveloped aliens without a mothership. And ya know, I could go straight into Black kids being fuckin' criminals a few weeks after puberty or Mexicans being pirates after they jumped the fence, but I won't even make it a race thing. We're all equally fucked up when raising these little bastards, and I for one certainly shouldn't be a role model for an upcoming person in this world, 'cause ya know what I say? . . .
Christ, when my son was six years of age I was playing Mortal Kombat with him, playing Insane Clown Posse while he was in the room, then telling him to go get me a refill, knowing damn-well I'd make him sleep on the floor while I let beer farts go out of my ass, only wanting to fall asleep sooner because that was the quicker she came and picked him up the next day.
Fuck my baby mamma and fuck yours, too. She's a lazy bitch.
For real. I'm no different than you, so don't think I'm up on some fucking Christian cross in my mind. Don't think for a second I even got or gave a phone call this past Father's Day, because nothing of the sort happened. I went to work and downloaded warez all fuckin' day and could have really given a shit if my dad called me or if I called my son's mother and asked her to hand him the phone while I verbally gave him something that wasn't snail-mailed to him a week earlier in the form of money, which is what they both fucking wanted anyway.
Back to the point, ya know, we give that fucking bitch money every month, deal with her bullshit every two months and it's still not good enough. Fucking broads, man. Once again, fuck your baby's mama and fuck mine, too.
It's all feminist shit, too. Ya know, they wanted the right to vote, so we gave 'em that. Then they wanted equal rights, wanted in the military, wanted CEO positions, talk-shows up the ass, fuckin' gay parades for their 'reformed' dyke asses. Gave 'em bars, dildos and male strippers and they still can't shut the fuck up. They want even more money because they're all so broke, hah! Here's the punchline: then they meet someone they want to marry with your kid and start a new family with him, with their uneducated ass, which brings me to my golden question. Bitch, if you want so much goddamn money in life, why not take your sorry ass back to school instead of reproducing more and expecting other people to hand you funds so you can make it in contemporary society? How about you go out and EARN money instead of spreading your flaccid thighs for someone else hoping for some payday?
Why won't they do this? Well, the answer is laziness and hedonism all rolled together into a nice fuckroll for every man out there who wouldn't give a shit if that bitch ran into oncoming traffic during the first, second, or third trimester. Man, fuck your kid's mother. That bitch seriously ain't anything special. Whether your kin is derived from prejack or a full load in her cunt, you know as well as I do that one particular load should have been dropped on her cheek rather than inside her weak pussy.
Every single mother out there can go check my "Happy Mother's Day" post if they still disagree, and if you're not referenced in that post, it's only because your fatass can't be, which means you're not only too unbecoming to give a dollar bill to, you're also not that fucking smart to go make your own money.
I just washed my hands after coming home from work, too, which means my middle finger is really clean. It's fresh just for you, because child support doesn't make us a good dad . . . it only makes us envy cavemen and Romans.
So for your baby mamma, I say the hell with a kick in the belly . . . have 'em taste the cyanide before the contractions start. If you're in Alabama, punch her as well. I'm confident you'll only get 20-45 hours of community service.
Z.
(I must appologize to my son if he ever reads, for this post didn't have anything to do with him personally. He's greater now than I'll ever be.)
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