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- Dec 16, 2023
This is why I'm afraid of having kids. You never know what's going to come shooting out of those balls. You could get a Mozart or an Andrew Ditch and I'm not willing to play with those odds. Imagine the first half of your life is full of the hope and optimism of every young mans journey into adulthood. You meet a girl you love, marry and get a house. You start a family and have a decent life and then one day......the birth of the creature. Fast forward a couple decades and your home is ruined, the stench of feces everywhere. You son is obsessed with shitting himself and pretends to be autistic and may be a pedophile. You're getting older and weaker and watching the woman you love and spent your life with growing old and frail. Your piece of shit son abuses her. She's slowly beginning to slip away. All while this perverse behemoth wanders the ruins of your home and makes every waking moment a living hell. Poisoning your food, tracking feces everywhere. Over three hundred pounds and waddling around in a soiled diaper while screaming at you and your frail wife about a group home or Paw patrol or some bullshit. Your home is a feces smeared prison. Your the local laughing stock. You're son has disgraced you before the world. At this point Andrew's father is probably envious of poor Janet.
The correction for the gamble regarding kids is that you were allowed to "truncate" the ones that didn't turn out right. There's a reason that our predecessor societies had such a high rate of intentional infanticide. (look it up, I'm not joking).