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if you have not noticed, today is bring you brat...er, i mean kid to work day.
hundreds have invaded the workspace and i can lie no longer. truth be told, your kid is not really that cute. she resembles a ferret in dire need of cosmetic dentistry.
and, when i asked your kid what grade he was in, i really don't give a rat's ass, i only asked to be polite. so, when you gave me the extended dance mix answer of the grade, school name, the teachers name, the janitors name, and the story about the kid that smeared boogers in your hair, i was thinking about other things . other things like guessing the over/under on how many years before the parents neuroses make the kid climb a bell tower with a high powered scope and a deer rifle.
i so want to tell many of these kids what a useless jack ass their mother truly is and about the plan to replace her with a chimp. or how their father is an evil, self-centered, ego maniac, micro manager suit that i personally plan to drag into hell one day.
oh, and one more thing, i know my head is freakishly large. if one more kid points and laughs, i will crush them with it.
ultranote - this economy sucks, i think the day should be renamed "bring your kid to the government cheese line day"