Sunday, May 24, 2015

"One man's trash is another man's treasure"...

"...would be a terrible way to let your child know that they're adopted."

Reddit top voted comments...
Or to say to your wife when she talks about her ex - husband

"All the kids who were not adopted please step forward"
kid tries to step forward
"Whoa there, not so fast Timmy"

But one man's junk is another man's treasure would be great for a penis transplant though.

When I was very young (before knowing what sex was), my parents use to say they found me in a garbage can. Definitely fueled some childhood attachment issues..

5 comments:

ricpic said...

Did it traumatize you for life when your parents told you they found you in a garbage can? Of course not. Kids are not delicate flowers, contrary to what psychiatrists (with an obvious vested interest in portraying them that way) tell parents. Plus, it's good for a kid to get the hint that he's not the center of the universe. Including his parents' universe. Plus plus, occasionally parents have to let off steam with these micro-aggressions or they'd end up batting the kid down the hall -- which would traumatize the kid.

edutcher said...

Often the man was elsewhere.

It was the woman who loved him (or her) enough to choose to carry him to term and see him with a good family.

That's not trash.

bagoh20 said...

One man's Kim is another man's Kardashian, Inc.

Chip Ahoy said...

One day my younger sister yelled at Mum, "I didn't ask to be born, you know!"

I was stunned overhearing it. I had been thinking that myself. I did not ask for this. And yet you're bossing me all over the place. You're the one who set this whole thing up.

Mum snapped back, "I didn't ask you to be either."

Etai-yo! That woman is genius. Respect. She has an instant devastating answer for everything. That retort shut me right up too and I didn't even say anything. doodly-doodly-doodly-do I am not even here. I didn't hear anything.

Such an enduring impression that made.

Chip Ahoy said...

I'm sitting here with the door wide open, the sun is still high in the west, a cement planter holds two new clematis, one white and one blue that are reaching toward the railing, toward the sun as if stretching to grasp on and take hold then two pigeons fly in and tear them up twice a day. I don't mind them, poop and everything, poop comes with birds I suppose, create a Disney environment that invites birds then they do come and poop comes with them. They're impossible to house train. Even if a bird would land on your finger. Poop.

But I don't want them tearing up the new plants struggling to take hold in inclement climate and unweathery weather, hail, daily storms, flooding, late cold spells, what have you, snow, typical Denver.

Sitting here with a pack of rubber bands.