So Why Is It

So why is it when a man, especially a man you live with, eats something it always comes out his ass smelling like he ate road kill, RAW?

So why is it when you are looking at your sleeping rotweiller, and you see his butt hole open and a small pffffing sound, you know to run, run very quickly before the toxic wave hits you?

So why is it no matter what time you go to the walmart (that was built right behind your damn house) and no matter how nice the neighborhood, you ALWAYS meet white trash sally with her 8 dirty faced, snot dripping children in tow? (This includes the 3 am trip to the Walmart)

So why is it when you go to the movies, no matter where you sit in the theater, you are always tracked down by the family who's child will either not quick kicking your seat, or has to scream and cry half the movie, or has to keep up a non stop chatter?

So why is it when you tell the parents of the above mentioned child to control their child, or you are going to kill it, and cut it into small pieces and stuff it in the popcorn bag, said parents act like you've committed this terrible act of not loving their kid like they do.

So why is it when you are driving down the street minding your own business, the little old lady with the blue hair always tries to be in the same lane as you are in, in the exact same spot you are in.

Just some random thoughts for the day
Happy Friday all, time to go get my hair cut. I'm trying to let it grow out and it's in that stage that I want to shave myself bald.