My neighbour's kids keep calling to ask if my fridge is
running. I always fall for it, Pumpkins. Mostly because I hate warm vodka. They snort with giggles when they get to drop the 'go
catch it' bombshell.
Ah, good times. Little brats.
Do the caca brains calling WestJet about a possible bomb
on their planes think that's funny? The sick part is the airlines have no choice
but to 'fall for it'. Even if it's a 12 year old with bad acne and a cell phone
showing off to his nerd-mates.
Now, I'm not one for corporal punishment -- unless it's
amongst a group of consenting adults who have signed a waiver and brought their
own rubber sheeting -- but let's face it, dahrlings, whoever is doing this
should be castrated. We don't want them producing any more oxygen sucking
morons.
