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Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
But I give no slack to parents of brats. Keep your fucking kid from kicking the chair, talking to loudly, turning around in their seat (which is cute to the person behind you for all of 15 seconds), whining, singing, whistling, running in the aisles (parents of these children, should be shot in the face) and lots of other shit I don't have time to mention.
TM
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I give no slack to moronic parents of even nice kids. Like the parents who bring noisy electronic toys on the plane to occupy their kids. Toys that make electronic noises that pierce the veil of pleasant sound that I try to create with my iPod. Dimwits.
Or the ones who talk in a high, sing songy, repetive voice for the whole fucking flight. Does Taylor want a piece of cheese? Honey, can you get me some cheese for Taylor? Oh, how about an apple, Taylor? Do you want Mommy to give you an apple? Mommy just has to find the apple. Mommy's looking for the apple!. Here's the apple! Yay, apple! Oh, Taylor doesn't want the apple? Okay, then, how about some goldfish? Does Taylor want goldfish? Look at the goldfish, Taylor!!! Honey, look, Taylor's eating goldfish!
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