Took the kids to Legoland in Carlsbad today. All I can say is we had a very good time and I got to see the one and true reason for the downfall of the United States of America: Americans are fucking huge. Obscenely fucking huge. Sloppy huge. So huge that there is just no way the ground below them can support the weight. And that ground below them is the USA. Fat people are literally crushing the life out of this country...and killing themselves and their fat little children while they're at it. Did I mention the fat kids. I'm not talking about kids that are a little chubby, that need to get their Garanimals (TM) in the husky department at Sears. No, I'm talking about seven year-olds that weigh-in at over 150 pounds. And Dwayne and Francine, the proud parents, don't see a problem because little Bobby's five brothers and sisters were all pretty big too. Must just run in the family. That's sick. It's child abuse. But society turns a blind eye to it because, well, at least the fat kids are not being raised by 'the gays'. That would be too much to take.
They now make diapers (well, pull-ups, really) that will handle kids up to 65 pounds. Now, if you have children you know that, by and large (no pun intended), they are potty trained by the time they hit the age of three. Three years old. 65 pounds. What the fuck are we doing to our children? I mean, can you imagine having to clean up the loaded diaper of a 65-pound 3 year old? Good god. Think about your great yellow Labrador taking a dump in a Huggie. Now think about that good and happy dog of yours running around the house sportin' a feces-loaded bag on its ass. Jumping up on the sofa. Rolling around on your bed. Basically trailing a sack of shit all over that special place that you call home. Because that's what happens, ya know? When a kid who is not potty-trained drops a #2 in their pull-up they don't necessarily come running up to you to tell you about it right away. No, they savor it. So now you have this 65-pound kid strolling around your house with a grand saggy, smelly ass. It's like having Gary Coleman over for tea and having him just sit there in your living room and shit his pants whilst eating his cucumber sandwiches. Heavens.
What a mess we have made of ourselves.
Yikes!
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Agreed...they are everywhere, although I see a great many kids 10+ coming in on buses to visit the museum and are NOT huge, but of normal proportion. What's up with that? Perhaps NOT being accompanied by their huge parents????
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