Okay, so on Thursday Night, I went to a pretentious bar that liberals love to hang out at because it has an Irish theme. Liberals of all ages can go there and talk about how they are an eighth Irish as they sip on Guiness, Boddington’s and and various whiskeys. I saw this gal there that was probably about a 7…maybe 7.5 and decided that I was going to hit on her. Well I did and we left together and walked to her house, which was about 3/4 mile away. We went straight to her room, which had an Apple computer, some crap from eastern religions, a couple of bongs, insense, books about organic gardening and a poster of The Beatles right next to that one screaming guy picture by Salvador Dali. I had my way with her and went to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, I went out into her kitchen and sat down at the table while I tied my shoes and text messaged my friend to tell him that I was going to stroll to work as I didn’t want to take a cab home to get my car. The next thing I knew, a four year old kid came over to the table and sat down. He asked me if I was his dad.
How many years will this kid spending in counseling?
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rest of life so 50 years
That means she was three or three and a half when she gave birth if the kid was four, WOW, you were drunk
Salvadore Dali didn’t paint The Scream.
Wow thats just nuts, but what can you do? The kids mom nees to tell him about his dad, not you. she was just a piece of ass to you.
A pretentious bar? You must have fit right in.
HAHAHAHAHA! If you hand around there too long you might need counseling…I know several ladies that are similar to this…
Given that you go out to a different liberal bar and hook up with a different drug addled skank every night (unless these stories are all lies that is), I really have to question whether you’re in a position to judge anybody about anything.
And it’s YOUR FAULT for what you did to his Mommy.
That poor kid. Not knowing who his Daddy is.
All because of MEN like YOU who treat women like playthings, then leave them to raise the children on their own.
I think I’m ovulating.
I need to lie down.
None at all. It’s other people in that scene that need help.
a life time
