chimps n' boats
#8
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Re: chimps n' boats
JC,
That lap-smackin' Tard in #3 is disturbing.
When my firstborn was "in the oven" I often prayed that he/she (it ended up a boy) would be mentally intact and healthy. And a friend of mine who was pregnant at the time would reassure my concerns and say that my kids would be just fine and that she didn't feel like God had it in his plan to give me defective children. My son was born healthy and well. She subsequently gave birth to a Down's Syndrome child who has severely impaired and lived for only seven years.
I can find humor in most anything. I like sick jokes and laugh at some of the most debasing porn available. But I honestly find no humor in mentally impaired children.
and your picture reminds me of the trying times she faced with her child.
But just cause I have a issue with it, doesn't mean it's fair for me to try to make it your issue, too. So now that I look back at your post, I've decided that it isn't an impaired child.
I'm pretending that it is a regular old fat chick with some sort of rhythm disorder.
There.
Didn't even need Dr Phil for that one...
That lap-smackin' Tard in #3 is disturbing.
When my firstborn was "in the oven" I often prayed that he/she (it ended up a boy) would be mentally intact and healthy. And a friend of mine who was pregnant at the time would reassure my concerns and say that my kids would be just fine and that she didn't feel like God had it in his plan to give me defective children. My son was born healthy and well. She subsequently gave birth to a Down's Syndrome child who has severely impaired and lived for only seven years.
I can find humor in most anything. I like sick jokes and laugh at some of the most debasing porn available. But I honestly find no humor in mentally impaired children.
and your picture reminds me of the trying times she faced with her child.
But just cause I have a issue with it, doesn't mean it's fair for me to try to make it your issue, too. So now that I look back at your post, I've decided that it isn't an impaired child.
I'm pretending that it is a regular old fat chick with some sort of rhythm disorder.
There.
Didn't even need Dr Phil for that one...