Listen. It’s clear that I don’t think that I’m the greatest, most well rounded woman to walk the face of the earth. I know for sure I’m not the smartest. I’m pretty confident in the fact that I’m not the healthiest, funniest, cutest or strongest.
[chris farley] I’m not a ‘good feminist’. I don’t always ‘consider other people’s feelings’ before I open my ‘big mouth’. I eat a lot of ‘red meat’ and ‘chewy sprees’. I ‘burp’ in public, I don’t always ‘cover my mouth’ when I yawn. I ‘laugh when old women fall down’. I’m very ‘loud’. [/chris farley]
I’m just not sure what the future holds for jarbaby as she ventures forward with her married life…
But what sort of purple cameltoe stretchpants wearing, mall hair having bitchcunt cousin are you to tell me right to my ugly fat fucking face that:
“You’re going to be a terrible mother”
in front of the whole family??? In front of everyone who can see my face flush red and watch my jaw drop.
That’s really nice. And when I ask for a reason WHY I’m going to be a terrible mother, as you nervously snatch your infant child from my demon clutches…your answer:
“YOU CAN’T LAUGH OUT LOUD AROUND AN INFANT. Don’t ever laugh out loud in front of babies. Babies need quiet. You’re much too loud to be a mother. You’re going to have to calm down a lot before you bring a child in the world. Trust me.”
Trust me?
EAT ME
Hey! Dicksatchel! I had no plans of bringing a child into the world any time soon, not that it’s any of your business. I know you think that’s a real woman’s only purpose in life, but I’ll tell ya, I got other things to do.
Oh, and by the by, how does having a six week old infant make you the be all end all expert on who’s a good mother or not? I’m curious.
In closing: go fuck yourself, because I sure as hell don’t want you fucking your husband and popping out something ELSE that’ll turn out just like you any time soon.
jarbaby