Better a teabag than a douchebag.
What’s the difference between a truckload of dead babies and a truckload of bowling balls?
You can’t unload the bowling balls with a pitchfork.
Damn, now I’m doing it.
Not much to explain. The kids were young aboriginal Canadians travelling on their own from Thompson, Manitoba, to Rat Portage, Ontario. It looked like they both suffered from fetal alcohol syndrome, which might have something to do with the odd behaviour. You know how some kids make repetitive noises or repetitive motions (e.g. kicking the back of the seat in front of them). With this girl, it was chanting her brother’s name and pulling at his crotch. Asking her to stop was like talking to a cat – sometimes she would look and listen, and other times she would not respond, but either way she would not stop the chanting and tugging. The conductor tried separating them, but that just caused both of them to cry, so they were put back together. The trip took about twenty-seven hours, plus a few hours in Winnipeg where we changed trains. Aside from the layover in Winnipeg, where everyone kept far away from them, the only relief we had was when she fell asleep.
When the kids got off in Kenora (Rat Portage First Nation is adjacent), another couple of kids got on. More correctly, their father marched them on, sat them down, and then scolded them very sternly in German for several minutes. At the end of his tirade, he looked up at us and in heavily accented English he gave us his name, said that his boys were from Redditt (a village in bush beside the other rail line in the region, at the end of what was then Highway 666), and ordered us to call him if they misbehaved. For the rest of the trip (I got off near Sudbury about another twenty-four hours later), the boys sat straight up in their seats whenever they were not sleeping, never uttered a word to each other or anyone else, and rarely looked out the window.
I felt very sad for those four children having such bad parents.
Yes. YMMV, but around where I live, I have come across people who were arrested for variously shouting at their spouse, shouting on the street, and shouting in stores, as well as people who had their children taken away from them for shouting at their own children.
And then there’s Poor Dear Dead Baby Jim’s Drive-In Restaurant.
I have only one word to say to you
Shifu
Long live my new master.
I just meant the typo, “this crotch.” 
:eek::smack::o
You’re all describing things that sound like protracted yelling/arguments/etc. ***NOT ***a single shout or yell.