Today I was snooping around the ethers, trying to punch up some jokes from the Wayback Machine, when I read an article which argued that women of the current generation, exalt too aggressively over their newfound societal "superiority." Suddenly I thought, "There's a Dead-Beat Dad hiding in my p*ssy right now!" I quickly imagined him propping up my cl*t like a pillow, as to prevent his acid reflux from flaring up - while he's lounging, etc. I really want to tell the general public about this, but I'm worried about what they'll think of me. Oh, I also fantasized about slugging my kid in the guts this morning, after he fed the dog chocolate. Today has been a slow cold day of mixed-feelings.
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