A pertinent question for all you parents out there.
by Will on February 20, 2010
Will writes from Washington, D.C. (well, Arlington, Virginia). You can reach him at willblogcorrespondence at gmail dot com.
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Borat, Art, and the Eye of the Beholder
Borat: “I do a picture, only small, of the Tishnik Masacre. Where many Uzbeks…crushed!”
Kindly Gray Hippie: “How did you feel when you drew this?”
Borat: “Very proud!”.
KGH: “I’m just listening with sadness…a little sadness for your people…?”
Borat: “Yes…no, it is not sad. It is us who do the kill!”
When in doubt, consult the classics [5:30 mark].
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If I’m not, we can conclude that there’s nothing to this genetics things.
If you’re the type of person who asks the question, “Are you raising a douchebag” about other people’s kids… well, what does that saw about how your parents raised you?
Wait, so you’re not allowed to call out other kids’ bad behavior?
Why beholdest thou the douchebag that is thy brother’s scion, But considerest not the asshole that is thine own?
“Related post: Mark Levin, asshole” is a better wakeup call then any of the child hipsterism mentioned in the article.
Details magazine doesn’t handle this issue quite as well as Maxim but it is miles ahead of FHM.
Has Stuff magazine touched on the topic?
Sadly, many people these days don’t care.
As a pediatrician, allow me to state with authority that the douchebags run amok.
“ARE YOU RAISING A DOUCHEBAG?”
Yes, I’m raising a flock of douchebags on my ranch in Palo Verde. They’re beautiful, friendly, and kids love ‘em! I think of them not as an expense so much as an investment, awaiting the time in the future when I’ll be wearing sweaters made of 100% douchebag-hair yarn!
Oh, wait… I’m wrong. They’re not douchebags. They’re alpacas.
Sorry, my bad. I always get the two confused.
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