To all you idiots who can't seem to stop spawning: DON'T EXPECT ME TO GIVE A SHIT. Don't expect me to care when you dumb kid runs into my bike wheel, when you can't figure out how to point your strollers in the right direction, when you can't control little Tommy/Nicki/Freaky/Heaven/Lola in the supermarket and so everyone gives you stinkeye and you are all like, what? I'm supposed to be responsible???

You choose to create your little vanity project, don't you expect me to care. Control your children or leave them at home. Better yet, if you can't control your damn spawn, there's a very convenient harbor over there you can use to get rid of them. Or buy a mussle and a f-ing leash. Figure it out.

---Licence Parenting to the Competent