I Hate Your Kids

Okay, so this is my first "journal" entry or "diary" entry or "log" of my life, or whatever you want to call it. I call them updates! I'm going to do these whenever I've witnessed enough shit to form into a decently interesting post.

So let's get right to it! I just got back from the gas station, and as I walked in the door, someone's dumbass small child came running at me. My natural reflex was to slam the door and watch him run into it, which in retrospect would have been a better choice. Anyway, this message goes out to everyone who is a parent and also a douchebag. I don't care if you hate your kids. It's okay, I hate them too. But just because your ugly girlfriend's nuvaring didn't take three times a row doesn't make me your personal family doorman. You can follow a basic rule for this. If someone does something helpful for you, and you are not directly paying them to do it, you should say thank you, or at least do that reverse head nod that people do when they're too lazy to talk.

I'm currently watching Dog the Bounty Hunter. The first episode I saw of this show, Dog spent three days tracking this guy down and then let him go, I yelled "pussy", changed the channel, end of story. Now, they have a moderately attractive blonde girl that works for them, so I've decided maybe I should rethink the show.

There's a game called Crackdown, and in it you play a cop who has superpowers or something. At first I thought the game was kind of boring. Then, I threw a car at a bunch of gang members, and while it was flying through the air I opened fire and hit the gas tank, and it exploded into flames, crashing into two other cars and making THOSE cars explode, causing gang members to go flying through the air and smack into buildings and such. I decided it was okay.

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