The Angry Drunk

Need to set the MacMacs, the free­tards & the mom­my­blog­gers against each other; thus start­ing the long proph­e­sised entitleclypse.

Thus spoke I.

This is so not going to make me any friends; but what the hell, alien­at­ing peo­ple is all part of the fun. Before I com­mence to rant­ing though, let’s make one thing clear. Any vit­riol I expend here is not directed at moth­ers in gen­eral. Those who know me know that I have the great­est respect for moth­ers; fuck for par­ents in gen­eral. Anyone who would will­ingly sub­ject them­selves to one or more half-formed proto-humans gets props from me. Gods know I can’t bear the thought of cre­at­ing my own lit­tle hell-spawn. What I don’t have any respect for is enti­tle­tards; and, based on the recent “motrin­moms” retar­da­tion, I’m going to place the “mom­my­blog­gers” firmly into the enti­tle­tard category.

So, what’s all the fuss about? Well, on one level I’d have to say, “some new media douchebagettes got their knick­ers in a twist over a fuck­ing com­mer­cial” On another, slightly less pro­fane level, the deal appears to be this. The mak­ers of Motrin ran a some­what snarky adver­tise­ment advis­ing moth­ers with back­aches from lug­ging their demon-seed around all

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