You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?

 

People who can’t control their kids.

I hate walking through Target,

Trying to buy food for my ever-growing body

And I find little shit Timmy over here throwing a fit

Because his mother refuses to get him Fruit Loops.

 

Lady, grow some balls!

Smack that little fucker upside the cranium a couple of times

So he’ll at least shut up long enough for you to get home

Without having to pop some Advil in the car first.

Besides, it isn’t like he needs it.
He looks like Honey Boo Boo had an allergic reaction to celery.

 

Parents need to discipline their kids,

Putting them in time-out don’t work for shit.

When I acted up as a kid, my dad wouldn’t hesitate to put me in check.

It doesn’t have to be a World Star beatdown, just a flick to the temple or a pinch,

They shut up nice and quick.

 

They’re going to grow up like half the self-entitled douchebags I see today

If they don’t start cracking some pigskin across their backsides.

I’ll be glad to help.

You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?