Like BallzD, I’ve spent my entire day reading about people on the internet whose lives are shittier than mine. Unfortunately, my herpes sores are flaring up again and people at work are laughing and pointing at me. There are only so many “What’s the difference between mono and herpes” jokes that one can take.
So without further ado, my pick for the runner-up parent of the day, Wendy Cook. Not quite as good as Mr. Mendoza but close enough…
This disgusting (though not as unattractive as your typical crack-whore) bitch was giving blowers and fucking Johns in exchange for cash-monies to buy crack and powdered cocaine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all one for trading sexual favors to get drugs. I’ve forced plenty of girls to blow me in order to get a taste of the Wawaweewacaine. But even I draw the line at ripping lines off of infants. Do coke in front of them, yeah sure, but not off of them. Not because I’m morally opposed to using your children as drug doing devices, but rather I think it just makes more sense to use the tried-and-true tactics. Get a fucking mirror or a key or anything. I’ve never seen a baby that lays still enough for me to cut out a line on its bottom and rip it up my nose. Not to mention I’m not sure that a baby would like me chopping the coke up with a razorblade (I’m fucking done with using credit cards).
