Y’know, the longer I’m around the more pessimistic I get. Kids suck. Kids are idiots. I hate kids and I hate their parents. Period.

I logged in to EQ for the first time in like forever… not even twenty minutes later I’m called a “fag” by a kid because I refused to give him money. (Whatever the hell happened with playing the damn game!? And don’t even get me started about the Tip Screens!) Today, I’m helping Sall with some housework and some kids passing by started cursing my dog out because she was barking at them. We’ve had everything from PVC pipes to rough, wooden stakes stolen out of my yard - those we’ve caught have been kids. Whatever they want with them, I’ll never know. The paperboys seem to delight in trying to dump their newspapers in the bushes off the side of the house. The Freaks™ eldest boy - whom I’ve nicknamed “Pissant” - delights in playing Shitney Spears at maximum volume while he “practices” his Colorguard moves. (More like paces around his driveway with his flag across his shoulders.) Kids at work insist on having Super-man flavored ice-cream and get tired of it - I find it oozing all over a shelf three feet from a garbage can.

Of course, their parents are worse. Some broad laid her son’s donut on a shelf (again, not more than a few feet away from the garbage can) and I come up and take it before it’s barely even come to rest. She tells her widdle bratty that that’s what I’m there for. WTF!? I have enough to do without constantly cleaning up after kids!!! On a similair note, I spend nearly 3 hours cleaning the mirrors…. and I come around to put a returned mirror away and find tiddy boppers pressing their lips against the mirror to leave little kissy marks. -_-;; It’s bad enough when little kids do it with ice-cream covered lips, but lipstick is horrible. How about kids throwing balls around the figurines and crystal? I asked one kid to please stop, so she runs and tells mommy - Oh, my goodness! I’m in for it now! *pretends to faint in terror* - she tells her to go on back to play, that unless she tells her to stop, it’s OK. Again: WTF?! Oh, and lets not forget the unboxed basket balls they keep insisting on having sales on… I find those things everywhere you can imagine and a few places I couldn’t until I had to fish them out. Of course, Sally’s and my rants about the magnets still stand so I’m not going to go into detail there. *rubs his face* People of the world: Thou art slobs!