Straight To Hell…

I’m not sure what the reaction will be to this. For the most part, I haven’t been able to laugh at a lot of the stuff contained in Tardblog, a blog written by a special ed teacher about her daily trials and tribulations with her “tards”, but every now and again there are some true gems. And I know that for even slightly enjoying this, I will have to answer to someone someday.

— I am reading “Red Racer” to the kids. It is about a girl who tries to ruin her bike so her parents will buy her a new one. One page describes the sound as her bike goes over a cliff like this “bong, bong, bong.” Ivan raised his hand and said his dad has a bong

–I got a Starbucks gift card from a girl whose mom has attempted suicide numerous times. The gift card was for 20 bucks. I was slightly excited about it, because this is finally a gift I can use, as opposed to the normal tard gifts. I tried to use it the next day. The Starbucks cashier swiped it, and then asked me to wait while she got a manager. The card had never been activated! The mother had jacked it from Starbucks without considering the whole activation aspect.

Some of the stories are messed up, some are hilarious, and some are just really fucking sad. Especially the ones concerning the parents of these poor kids. Anyway, I just finished up by reading the story about the “mom with the deer suit”, so I’m feeling fairly unsettled. I think I’ll down the leftover NyQuil and hit the sack.