Hey you! Yes, you, with the strealish hair and the mutant children. Would it be TOO much trouble for you to keep your crotch fruit organized somewhere near your junk-food-laden shopping cart? I realize that they are extremely annoying and unpleasant to be around, but here's a news flash: After working all day -- later than usual, thank you -- I do NOT want to have to deal with your passel of morons lying about in front of my shopping cart. Nor do I want to hear them screaming after I've given up on that part of the store and gone around the corner.
One more question: why the fuck is it necessary to have four of them? Obviously you couldn't train a dog. Why produce a bunch of kids that you obviously don't have any control over? And the local Planned Parenthood branch is right across the street.
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