Poor, Poor, Pitiful Pitt
20. I am the one who goes to the dump.
Don't you mean the
DUmp?
I change the cat box every week.
I'm not a cat person, but shouldn't a cat box be emptied more often than once a week?
That sounds like a stinking mess.
I am the primary caretaker for the baby, which includes changing diapers.
Wet nurse, too. Still haven't dropped that baby weight- have you, "Wee" Willy? Christ, you should be wearing a nursing bra.
I just changed a bunch of light bulbs.
For most of us, the bulbs burn out one at a time, but you had to change "a bunch". What kind of shithole did Mama Raven lock you up in, anyway? An old chicken house?
I cook dinner every night.
A bottle of cheap Rye and a box of saltines, while the baby licks grease off a used Taco Bell wrapper, does not count as "cooking".
And I am always nice.
OK, that one made me shoot coffee out of my nose.
I do not need or expect thanks, either.
Pitt was
weeping as he wrote that sentence. He is such a passive-aggressive emo fag.
This is what I volunteered for. And it is wonderful.
Sparky, would you
please go over to Rindge and bitch-slap that DUmbass for me? Just give him the back of your hand, right across the mouth. Then tell him it was a special delivery on behalf of men everywhere.