That was a good one, glad I wasn't sipping my coffee when I read this. Would have sprayed out everywhere.

i pray you have 12 children and they all have lisps. but not just regular lisps, a lisp that gets worse with each child. and a wife who pschosematically develops a lisp to help her children cope with their worse and worse lisps. until one day, with 11 children sleeping, you ask your wife "please, please can i get the vasectomy". and she, with tears in her eyes, whispers "pleath, pleath give me juthed one more chanth to make thith right, jutht one normal baby". she sobs, you'd like to console her but you can't. something stops you. anger at her debilitating mental state, anger at your shit mouthed pack of children you regret, anger at a life so ruined you can't even remember the last time you were truly happy. "i cant sleep you say, im sor...... im just...... go ahead and go to sleep". you walk to the fridge and grab not one but a handful of cheap strong beer. As you slowly crack the top to not wake any children the can lets out a hiss so like the syllables your children can't pronounce it sends a chill up your spine. you weep as you drink the 12 beers per night you require just to get too little sleep. and you wake to return to the job so shitty that no one could love it, no one but you, anything to escape that house, those..... monsters.

This post was edited by thesnipa on Jun 22 2020 11:28am

actually IM up to a 24 everyday now