This guy:
should marry this gal:
And they could shout at all their guests, especially for daring to even look at the wedding cake, and for not eating all four thousand lentils they’d each been given at th reception, or for, well, just being there, and having weaknesses.
I could wish children upon them, except I would pity the poor sods. And it would be harsh of me to then wish that the kids wanted to eat junk food from time to time, occasionally went off the rails, or god forbid did anything to suggest that these two dispensers of brutality-led wisdom were less than prefect and beautiful.
I know McK means well, but fercrissakes, I am beyond wanting to say many pleasant things to anyone with such sanctimonious “I’m the busiest person I know, but I manage to eat perfectly” ideals.
As for Kyle. Just watch his show. That’s all I need to say. Watch as he tears into any of his ‘guests’. Watch him hurl abuse in the name of help. And watch him make his way up the aggressive pole to a comfortable retirement. Bastard.
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Its a dangerous road.
What if the children were their parents distilled?
Then they get marginalised and thrown together
This could be step one on the road to creating a monstrous race of super-bastards.
This is true. Occasionally, though, children turn out to be a polar opposite of the parents. Or would rebel against the regime. In which case they’d be pleasant, but a bit overweight.