wow that's me! I hate children. Especially the small ones. They're revolting.

no sex then Gluonium, eh?

Oh god, I've always seen my self as an unfunny version of David Mitchell and this is totally me. I feel so awkward with small children too. Not that that means no sex Eden, I'm not catholic so I can use protection ... unfortunately being an unfunny version of Mitchell, there are other reasons why I have no sex

Gluonium, I felt similarly until I got some of my own. Perspectives can change

No sex?!! oh ladies, you are forgetting the Third Option. I like dudes. So barring a miracle that will make me VERY VERY RICH, there is zero possibility of kids.

hehe, oops sorry G! I gotta stop making assumptions...

Human cloning will probably be affordable in a couple of decades, but you might have to go to a different country to do it.

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I really don't enjoy being around kids or babies, and I don't see anything wrong with it. Babies just gross me the fuck out. They make me physically uncomfortable, like the guy in the sketch. I feel like it's Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Almost every friend I've got has now settled down with a nagging girl, who has shit out an annoying little turd, that has become the centre of their existence. It's like if I took a dump and carried it around for a couple years expecting everyone to fawn over it. Every single guy comes to me and says how great it is, how the baby's given their life some kind of meaning... but they're different, like they've been taken into a dark room for the introductory Dianetics film. To a man, they are buying into the Hallmark bullshit that is being shoved down all our throats. Maybe I would like kids more if I could be a father in the fifties when a man was entitled to ignore kids, and allowed to discipline them as he saw fit. Nobody will admit it fucking sucks. Nobody will admit it was like Alien when an eight pound hairball squeezed out of his wife's vagina and asked for the car keys. God, the horror. The worst part is when you have to stand there watching some little punk run up and down the hall, or listen to them repeat the same inane phrase over and over while you're trying to retain your sanity by poking yourself in the balls with a salad fork under the table. Then you gotta act like the little bugger's antics are the most precious thing you've ever seen. Oh puke! I'd rather the guy's wife show me the last interesting dump she took, for all I care!

Stop drinking the Kool-Aid, motherfuckers!

/Merry, Merry Christmas!

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