That would be a bingo! My original point was not so much that it disturbed me that they were single mothers, and I truly try not to judge just how they came to be single mothers. My point was the use of “but I’m a single mother!” in endless repetition to explain their inability to attend class or complete assignments. I should give them an A because they “really tried!” (uh, really?) and they are, after all, a single mother.
My inappropriate thought is at the end of the Breast Cancer Walk commercial.
The tagline is: Everyone Deserves A Lifetime.
My mental response is, some lifetimes are shorter than others.
It is to laugh. No wait, isn’t it?
In theory I am very much behind the MAWF. And no, I don’t think it’s possible for a kid to rig it. They’re too busy figuring out why they’re dying at the tender age of 3…
It would be quicker to list my appropriate thoughts. But to sum up my inappropriate thoughts, they usually can be described as, “Man, I so don’t care about what you’re talking about. But I’ll be even more of a dick if I show it. Now be quick so I can tell you about something that interests ME.”
Oh, and every time I hear about a Walk To Cure Cancer, I want to head down to the finish line and say, “Sorry folks, you didn’t cure cancer this time, either. But I’m sure that next years walk will do it, for sure.”
When someone posts an Ultrasound photo on Facebook of their unborn child all I can think is “EW GROSS I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR INSIDES!!”
sniff That’s lovely!
Sorry, I stopped watching after season 8 so I don’t know what yo-yo team is.
:dubious:
It was in season 3.
I always point to something on the ultrasound and ask, "Is that the beginning of hump [or whatever birth defect might be plausible]?
Inappropriate and uncharitable, but when I kept hearing about secret Santas paying for layaways at K-Mart and Wal-Mart, I wondered how many grifters heard the news and rushed out to put a bunch of stuff on layaway that they had no intention of picking up if it meant they had to pay for it themselves.
In the same vein, I’m suspicious of Christmas burglaries. “All our gifts have been stolen! Whatever shall we do?” followed by donations from the community.
And while I’m on a roll, I’m suspicious of Sarah McKinley, the Oklahoma teenage mom who called 911 as someone was breaking into her house and asked if she could shoot them. She killed one of them, while the other made his own 911 call to report that his friend had been shot. I’m probably going to hell, since Sarah’s husband (whose name isn’t given in any of the articles I could find) reportedly died of lung cancer on Christmas day. I think there’s more to the story.
Well, I vaguely remember the episode now that I’ve read the wiki discription, but I have even less of an idea what you could have meant than before.
Ooh, look at that head. I’m gonna get you a book on parenting a severely retarded infant!
I tell my students on the first day to pencil in, at the bottom of the required materials list:
“A working car, AND awareness of the closest bus stop in case it breaks down”.
and
“A Plan B and C for childcare, so that you can get an education even if Grandma’s sick for a day”.
I kind of figured WalMart and KMart were doing it themselves for the publicity, and to see if they could actually get some of those layaway bills paid…
A friend of mine had a girlfriend who’s father was a musician and died of liver disease.
My friend was excited because the father had left him one of his organs in his will. My automatic response was ‘not his liver I hope?’
At the moment Save the Children are running an ad campaign with the tagline ‘no child is born to die’. I always shout at the tv or radio ‘yes, yes they are. Every child, plant, animal and insect is born to die’
Ahhhh. I love the smell of snark in the morning. As a high school teacher, my filter must always be running at top capacity, or I’d be tossed out on my can quicker than you could blink.
And, as a person with cancer, I applaud all the upthread cancer comments. My family has an injoke about the plethora of pink for breast cancer: “That’s racist!” (My particular cancer’s color is lime green) Which is a fairly inappropiate comment to yell at a pink display of hats/mugs/shirts/whatever.
I always want to make an Alien (John Hurt at the dinner table) joke…
When I heard that this guy had shot down a park ranger, left his car and fled on foot into the deep snows of the backcountry, I remember thinking, “I hope he freezes so solid they have to piss on him to dig him out.”
Was driving past a bus stop yesterday and noticed a trio of folks sitting there with white canes. As g-d as my witness, (and was immediately scolded and given the “look” by my wife), I could not help myself from humming The Three Stooges theme.
A few years ago, “Stop Genocide in Sudan!” t-shirts were very popular, and you could count on seeing at least one at most house parties or gatherings in my social circle.
My inappropriate* thought was to imagine someone wearing the shirt in line at the beer keg, then noticing the person in front of them turning around wearing a shirt that proclaimed “Continue Genocide in Sudan!” or “Escalate Genocide in Sudan!”
Each person stares at the other’s shirt for a second or two, then simultaneously looks up at the other’s face, darkening with rage…
*Genocide isn’t funny at all. T-shirt campaigns as a method of stopping genocide are a little funny…