Little Wayne...

...I'm going to video tape you being molested by a group of homeless crystal meth addicts and them make your mother watch said tape by stapling her eyelids open and nailing her to the fucking couch... then will come the sodomy, oh goodness the sodomy. You will scarely believe the variety in size, colour and texture of the objects I force into you're mother until she learns that discipling your child is not someone else's responsibility. The leason is an important one and I do intend to ram it home.

I am not having a fun time at the moment, particularly at work. Yesterday was the probably among the three worst days I can think of that I have had at a job. I can't force up the bile to actually write about the arbeit hell I was in but I just want to give a special thanks to a couple of special members of Upwey society that really made it a day to remember.

It was about 3pm before I got a chance to head out for lunch and most importantly aspirin for my armageddeon-ish headache. I'm waiting at the crossing when I get struck on the side of the head. I whip around adrenline pumping, ready to fucking destroy my cowardly attacker, little Wayne. Little Wayne, is 2 or 3 year old who has decided that throwing his metal toy car at my head might be fun. Now, I don't know about the world in general but if I had have thrown something at a stranger's head on the street my parents would have beaten me with stick, wrapped in Gaffer tape with nails hammered into the tape until I learnt my lesson, and you know what...I would have deserved it, learned and been a better person for it. But no, not little Wayne's Mum, no this filthy shit of mum just whisked little Wayney away from the bad man and held him in her bad parenting 101 graduate arms.

Well little Wayne and Mum, I salute you! Now I know where arseholes come from.