And yes, in my mind there is ALWAYS a nonexistent thriller in which some fucker has tried to kill/successfully killed my children. My vengeance is swift and brutal. I’m not saying I DAYDREAM about my kids dying. It’s just that having kids means always having fodder for an imaginary scenario in which they die and someone must fucking PAY. I do this constantly. Being a parent is weird.

07/29/10

Imagine, if you go there to see Miss Universe and you end up having Miss Iowa, you might get those kind of boos

07/28/10