If your expectations of your kids' expectations would go as low as to even think of such a product existing, it's time to consider neutering. Yourself. With a knife.
Baby's First Cubicle.
Here I was hoping the 2010-to-2020 decade would rid us of these atrocities, it looks like some people still want others stacked on top of one another in perfect little geometric shapes. It's wrong for poultry and swine, it's even more wrong for us bipeds.
You know, they say at any given time there are 25 violent wars raging on the planet, and yet the fuckers who want to keep us down - the bankers, law-makers, lobbyists, fast-food vendors - are always fine and healthy, playing golf on the last patches of good grass available, smoking cigars where others aren't allowed to smoke pot or even cigarettes anymore, riding in limos that eat up more fuel than SUVs and pissing all over others' rights and freedoms.
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it's the storm before the calm... or is it hte other way around? I'm drunk.
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