Son's First Day of School

Ever since my son, Jason, first started walking, he's been attached to his mother's hip. Everytime she had to go to work, he would cryh his head off.

He's now six years old, and his dependence on his mother is still there.

This concerns me a great deal. I have to think this is early signs of homosexuality. Not that I have a problem with the gays, but I don't want any child of mine to have a tough life.

Now, my son is getting ready to go off to school for the first time. We told him everything abut school, that he would be there for a few hours with other kids, learning about fun things like we have already taught him. We told him every kid goes to school. But, Jason kept insisting that his mother had to go with him. We were finally able to get him to realize that he had to go alone. It took a few days, but he accepted it, however, he still wanted "momma" to take him to the bus stop.

My wife is a good woman, but she has almost been encourging this unhealthy obsession my son has. She loves the attention he gives her. She told me it made her feel more important. It made me sick.

I finally had to put my foot down. The night before my son's first day of school, I told my wife that she was not going to step one foot out of the bedroom. I told her I would take care of everything.

The next morning, I got my son up, made his some breakfast, and got his clothes out

The whole time, he kept asking where his momma was at. I avoided the question.

We walked to the bus stop. Of course, for the entire 4 blocks, he kept crying about his mother. At one point, he actually stopped and refused to go any further until his mom came. I ended up dragging him.

We got to the stop, and he just stood there, crying, saying "I want mom".

Five antagonizing minutes later, the bus arrived. Now, he was screaming.

"I want Mommy to put me on the bus!"

I grabbed him by the shoulders, gave him a little shook and said, "Listen here, your mother died in her sleep last night".

Since he fell into a catatonic state, it was easier for me to get him on the bus.

Guys Flirting With My Girlfriend

Guys know there's one thing we don't do..flirt with each other's girlfriends. Especially right in front the guy.

This happened to me the other day. A guy was flirting with my girlfriend, right in front of me.

I've been dating a co-worker, a very beautiful girl named Jessica, since March. We both work at Hardees. She works drive-thru and I the kitchen.

We both had Wednesday off, so we decided to do some shopping together.

We stopped at Big Lots, and got some junk.

We got in line to checkout, then it happens.

The cashier, some jerk face named Anthony, takes a good look at Jessica, and begins to talk to her.

Anthony: Hey, you're the girl from Hardees.

Jessica: Yep, that's me.

Anthony: You are nicest person they have working in the drive-thru. I'm so glad when it's you that takes my order.

Jessica: Aww. Thank you.

Anthony: How long have you been working there?

Jessica: Since February.

Anthony: Nice.Tell them they should have you working every night.

Jessica: (Laughs) I think I'd go insane if they did that.

The d-o-u-c-h-e bag laughs and finishes ringing our stuff up.

I pay, let me say that again, I pay for it.

Anthony gives me a short glance, and looks back at Jessica.

Anthony: Well, I hope you're there the next time, I go through.

Jessica: I probably will be. I work tomorrow night.

Anthony: Cool, I might grab some supper there then. Nice talking to you.

Jessica: See ya.

As we walked to my Jeep, I kept repeating what just had happened in my head.

The more I kept going over it, the more ticked off I became.

Besides the flirting, there was the fact that at no point was I acknowledged. No, "By the way, this is my boyfriend, he works there too."

We get in my jeep, and she looks at me and says, "He was a nice guy, wasn't he?"

Now, she was rubbing it in my face. I knew, right then and there, the relationship was over.

We got back to my place, and I actually made the night romantic. A nice dinner, her favorite movie by candlelight, passionate lovemaking.

And at the end of that, she had the audacity to say she loved me. I lied and said I loved her too, and we cuddled till we fell asleep.

Tonight at work, I got my revenge.


The whole day, my mind just kept going back to what happened at Big Lots. And Anthony's voice was stuck in my head. That girlish sounding voice, that lisp, if he hadn't been flirting with my girlfriend, I would've sworn he was gay.

Now, we got speakers back in the kitchen that allow us to hear customers ordering in the drive-thru.

So, I was listening for him.

Then I heard him. He actually asked if he was talking to Jessica. He squealed out, "Hi Jessica!" when she said it was her.

He ordered a sandwich and I went to work. I ran into the walk-in cooler and stuck my hands down my pants. Now, I hadn't washed down there since I had sex last night. So there had been all sorts of things cooking there.

I removed my hands and went to make his sandwich, making sure I touched everything. Then, I dropped the hamburger patty in the trash, took it out, and out it on his sandwich.

After I wrapped it. I grabbed a note form my pocket. I had wrote the note earlier. It read, "Hey Anthony! You should give me a call some time, here's my number. XOXO Jessica." I included the number at Jessica's apartment.

I put the sandwhich and the note in a bag and told Jessica the order was up. She came over, grabbed it, and handed it out to Anthony. They shared another laugh and he left.

At the end of our shift, I told Jessica we should go back to her place.

We did, and low and behold, there was a message on her machine.

I went and played it.

The message was: "Hey Jessica, it's me Anthony. I got your note! If you want to hang out some time, I'm up for it, give me a call back!"

Since my back was to her, I didn't hide my smile, but I quickly replaced it with a scowl.

I turned around to face her.

Me: So, you're giving your number out to other guys now?

Her: I swear, I didn't give him my number!

Me: That's funny, cause he's got it. And he said he got it from a note you gave him.

Her: I didn't give him any note! I love you, I wouldn't do that.

Now, at this point, I wanted to bust out laughing, but I had to keep the ruse going. Had to make her feel miserable.

Me: No, you were flirting with him yesterday and today. I can't trust you. I'm going to get my stuff and get out of here. This is over. You treacherous whore!

She began to cry. A real river of tears. I grabbed some of my stuff, and before I went out the door, I said "I hope he makes you happy."

I slammed the door, as I left, I could have sworn she said, "But he's gay", but it didn't matter. I got my revenge.

Babysitting the Niece

Earlier this week, a poor young girl of 4 was kidnapped out of her home, tortured, and raped. The poor thing survived, but they still haven't found the guy who did it. A man had spotted her sitting at the corner of Linden Ave underneath a street lamp at 4:00 in the morning.



Hearing about this made me glad I don't have kids. I don't know how I would react if something like that happened to my own child.



I do have my share of experiences with kids. My younger sister had a kid when she was 16. She had a daughter named Kristen. Kristen is now 7 years old and a bit of a handful.



The father ran out as soon as he heard my sis was pregnant, the bastard was 23 years old, so I have helped my sister out a lot when it comes to raising Kristen.



It's my weekend off from work, and my sister had been wanting to spend a weekend away with her new boyfriend. I agreed to watch Kristen.



Now, I had decided I was going to devote this weekend to watching some episodes of Lost, getting ready for the series finale on the 23rd. I told Kristen this was very importnant to me, so I let her play my computer.



I had put the parental locks in place and showed her how to watch her cartoons on the tv. I also showed her some games she could play. There was no reason for her to get bored.



A couple hours in, she comes out to my tv room and says, "Uncle Richie, I'm bored".



I said, "Kristy, there is plenty for you to do on the computer."



She said, " I don't like watching cartoons on the small screen, I want to watch them on the big TV."



I said, "Vut your Uncle Richie is watching Lost on the big TV."



That's when Kristen said something I could only imagine she learned from her whore of a mother.



She said, "Lost is stupid."



I stopped my show, got up and made her get her shoes on.



She asked why.



I said, "We are going for a ride."



We get in my Jeep and I drive to Linden Ave.



I asked her, "Do you know about that little girl that got hurt this week?"



She said, "Yes, my mommy was talking about her. She said a bad man hurt her. She said I had to be careful."



I asked, "Do you know what the bad man did to her?"



She sad, "He hurt her girl parts."



I asked, "Do you know where we are?"



She said no.



I said, "This is where the bad man hurt her."



I said, "That's right. So, Kristy, if you ever interrupt my show again and call it stupid again. I will drive you out here in the middle of the night, and leave the bad man to find you."



She'll never call Lost stupid again.

Old People Shopping.

This morning, I decided to go to Wal-Mart to pick up a classic controller for my Nintendo Wii.



When I pulled into the parking lot, I spotted an empty space next to the handicap spaces. Nice and close to the building.



I made my way towards it, and sure enough, another car managed to take it before I did.



I found a spot all the way in the back and walked up to the store. That's when I saw the car that took my spot.



It had handicap tags. And there were plenty of handicap spaces open.



The driver was this old woman, who was still getting out of the car.



When she finally got out, I spoke to her.



"Excuse me mam, but there are plenty of handicap spots available, why don't you use one of them? I kinda wanted that spot"



She looked at me, the way old people do when they are trying to remember who you are or what they were doing a minute ago, then she answered.



"I thought this was a handicap spot. My mind isn't what it once was. It's close enough"



Like a turtle that had been sedated, she slowly made her way inside.



Needless to say, I was furious. It is my strong belief that old people should not be allowed to drive. And the fact that she completely blew off the fact that she stole my spot was even more frustrating.



I went inside and grabbed a controller. I went to go pay for it, but I spotted the old woman again.



Just seeing her, going about her shopping as though she did no wrong to anybody, got me fuming even more.



She had to pay. I looked at the controller in my hand and back at the old hag. I knew what I had to do.



I walked over to her, grabbed some random item off the shelf, and tapped her on the shoulder.



She turned around and looked at me. No recognition on her face whatsoever.



I held up the item I grabbed and said, "Excuse me mam, you dropped."



As she stared at it, trying to decide of she had dropped it or not, I tossed the controller into her cart. She was completely unaware.



She took the item from me, threw it in her cart, and thanked me.



I was able to hold in my laughter.



I followed her. She took about 45 minutes to shop, then she finally made her way to the cash register.



I got behind, and helped her unload her cart. She thanked me and said it was nice to meet such a nice young man.



I wanted to say, "And it's nice to meet such an old thoughtless hag", but I just grinned and nodded.



She paid for all of her items, and mine, got her bags into her cart and made her way out to the car.



I stood at the entrance and watched her load he bags into car, then I approached her once again.



"Excuse me mam, the cashier accidently put something of mine into one of your bags."



She said, "Oh my" and invited me to look through her bags.



I fished out my controller and said thank you.



Sure, she's never going to know what happened, but I made her pay. And that's all that matters.