Only if no one’s around to hear him shitting.
It would also depend on whether the bear was husky man taking it up the ass, as some bears tend to be.
Do bears wear funny hats?
I started with “Shut up” and repeated that a few times, getting louder each time. Then I extended the “up” into an “aaaaaaaaaaaah” and just kept that up for a few seconds. It wasn’t ear-splitting loud (like the kid was doing), it was more like how loud you would yell at a sports game
Lucky you were not arrested.
Then why bring up the deserted island in the first place? You were the one who said: “If I was stranded with you and my kid on a deserted island and I was in charge, my kid would get his food first, I’d get mine, and you’d get whatever (if any) was left. And if I had to steal yours so he could survive I’d do it in a second.”. I submit that survival cannibalism is not an unlikely development in a scenario where you’d kill me (i.e. through starvation) for food on a deserted island.
I notice you’ve also posted several times to this thread in “I’m such a cheeky bastard” fashion without ever explaining your bizarre “Let the wait staff deal with it” comment, you weasely shitsack.
Probably. I’d like to think the wait staff was sick of the kid too. Whatever it was, destiny guided me to yell at that baby.
It was a joke, you humorless fuck. Pardon me for forgetting the all important smiley face that you can’t understand a posting without! Let me explain:
- I try to quiet my baby because I care about him and not you
- You don’t care about me so you start yelling at me
- We go nowhere because we both don’t care about each other and are both yelling (unstoppable force…immovable object…)
- As a joke (notice how “let the wait staff deal with it” has been jokingly repeated in this thread a couple times already) I throw my hands up in frustation and leave it up to the staff (not what I would do in real life, just something I said in this thread).
For someone who “reads just fine” you seem to have some really shitty comprehension skills.
Let the wait staff deal with it. :);):);):);):)
Get it now?
*“If I was stranded with you and my kid on a deserted island and I was in charge, my kid would get his food first, I’d get mine, and you’d get whatever (if any) was left. And if I had to steal yours so he could survive I’d do it in a second.”. *
That was meant to show that I care about my kid more than I care about you! You’re really goddamn thick.
So the baby was hanging by a thread after being tossed out a window by a frustrated patron. The thread broke and the baby fell onto the train tracks below. Along came a train, and the baby was turned to pablum. The squikiness caused a train wreck.
After finishing his shit, the dead rapist wanders down to the tracks and…
Comes to a burning house next to a Chili’s with no crayons.
Good grief. How much longer until we start posting dead baby jokes?
You’re lagging behind. It was implicit that the dead rapist is a baby.
We’re never going to make 12 pages at this rate. Come on people! Cough up some indignation! You can do it!
Indignation? Well, here goes.
A young girl chanted her even younger brother’s name while pulling at this crotch:
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Except for when the sister was asleep, this went on for a couple of days on a long train ride that started in northern Manitoba.
We fellow passengers begged her to stop, but she wouldn’t. I think that she couldn’t. Child from hell.
I certainly hope somebody stepped up to scream in her face, otherwise you just have yourself to blame.
Was either child dead, shitting, and/or a rapist? Did either appear to be Catholic or a bear? Who was wearing the funny hat? Did anybody get bludgeoned with a coffee mug? Details, man, we need the details.
I think we’re going to need some more explanation on this one. 
This is what makes me not take you people who’re freaking out about Yog seriously. You really think people get arrested for shouting? Once? Even at a baby in a restaurant?
How do you get a dozen dead babies into a bucket?
A blender.
How do you get them out?
Nachos.
Clotha sprung fully-formed from a teabag. True story.