Are there really that many useless tubs of shit in one place? Every time I turn around, theres a high level skank with a colored name and a status message involving bling packs and/or crushes and NSFW.
A closer look reveals a collection of illegitimate children of various ethnicities and/or daddies playing on the floor behind them, surrounded by the debris of another drunken night of cam whoring and neglect.
Is it REALLY so hard to lift your immense bulk out of youre sweat, cum, and food scrap encrusted chair every once in a while and take care of your kids, or lean against a snow shovel long enough to push the trash off of your living room floor and either down the cellar stairs, or more likely, since youre living in a filthy rodent ridden trailer, out the door and onto your front lawn?
If this is too much stress to handle in your busy fubar day, please shove a hand grenade up your cunt so you can never reproduce again. Seriously.