“Oh – Oh… Think of the Children!!!”
So Raggi the Fourth’s latest post was super long and like a couple sentences in his shit was already all retarded and my eyes glazed over, but I guess the punchline is that there’s going to be tits and fisting and chopped off dongs or something in the boxed reiteration of his boxed set of the same old crap, which will probably be re-boxed in another year and sold to more Gardeners again until Jim owns the combined $3,821 that has been accumulated by his most ardent fans after years of collecting bottles and selling semen and getting injected with experimental AIDS vaccines.
Anyway, the funny part happened in the comments when a bunch of fumbledicks started bleating about their children being exposed to unshaven taints, and the two chicks that buy the box getting frowny faces because there’s pictures of other chicks tied up in chains, blah fucking blah. One of the most passionate dickflowers is this dude, who’s busy watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and getting his labia all scuffed up over what kind of problem-solving skills Toodles is inflicting on his precious little snowflakes. Good thing he doesn’t stick around for Handy Manny or his fucking head would explode – “Why can’t the hammer saw wood? Why can’t the pipe wrench be used to measure shit? WAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”
What the fraggle is MY point? My point is that all these assbags that worry about their kids seeing a picture of some balls just make me want to tell them the following about how their kids are going to turn out: