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fuzzybluelogic ([info]fuzzybluelogic) wrote in [info]otf_wank,
@ 2007-04-08 18:23:00


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Childfree vs Metaquotes vs Stupid_free vs 'George Carlin' of the Furry Internets
(moved from [info]clairvoyantwank

Over on Metaquotes</s>, [info]2_gryphon is quoted with an amusing -- and relatively benign -- retelling of his verbal sparring with an irate father.

And then a gleeful [info]featherypony happily comments that they'd love to share the post with [info]childfree.

Power Word: KNEE-JERK

[info]mayavada swoops in and lashes out at the OP and the mention of [info]childfree.

Ready. Set. Wank.


Enjoy!

Bonus: It's been reported back to [info]childfree.

And they're off!

EDIT: This wank report has been brought to you by four cups of coffee and all the jelly beans in my kid's Easter basket. *gibber* *gibber*

EDIT II: It's now made it to [info]stupid_free, [info]customers_suck, [info]cs_snark and [info]cf_snark

Good times


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[info]jat_sapphire
2007-04-10 04:15 am UTC (link)
I don't remember throwing tantrums, which isn't to say I never did. My sister hated being confined in high chairs and so forth (what a blessing she grew up before the laws for child-seats in cars), so dining out was pretty dramatic for a few years.

I think I was more of a whiner.

My mom does tell one terribly embarrassing story about me when I was about three or four. She had taken me out to buy shoes, and the store was crowded, so while we were waiting for service, I was running around picking up shoes from low shelves, moving them around, sticking my feet into them and falling off the heels, dropping them and moving on. So Mom picked me up and sat me on her lap, facing outward, her arms around my waist. I reached pathetically out to the passersby and pleaded, "Help! Help me! Help!"

It's a wonder she ever DID take me out of the house again.

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