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I'm 25.

The white trash Angelina Jolie.

By now everyone has heard of the woman who squeezed out eight babies, bringing her grand total of screaming, pooping leeches up to fourteen. Of course, this woman has no job and lives with her parents, so naturally she'll rely on government assistance to raise her children. I've been keeping tabs on this person because like a nasty car accident you just can't help but stop and stare. She's obviously delusional, thinking she can puff up her lips like Angelina and buy her kids from a sperm bank. No. Kids are not handbags. They're not cute little accessories that go with everything. I don't know who is more at fault--the doctor who pumped her up with baby juice or the woman who sucked up these embryos like they were the last on earth. Is it ethical to tell someone they shouldn't be allowed to have children? YES. Yes, if they have no job. Yes if they have six other children, three of which are disabled. This kind of stuff angers me so much. You know, this is why our economy is awful--people do as they please, then expect everyone else to take responsibility. What really gets me is that this woman has the nerve to yap about how this is God's plan. Uh, hold the phone. God didn't shove a turkey baster up your pruny old vagina, now did he? God didn't inject your lips with collagen, right? Can people please stop acting like their lives are completely determined by an invisible man? "Oh, money is no object, God will provide for us." NO HE WON'T. You know what he'll provide? A nice warm gutter for you to sleep in, you crazy baby-pooping alien. All of her children were born two pounds or under. That's God's work too, right? It's all a part of his plan, his divine wonderful plan that includes you getting pregnant by artificial means, risking the lives of your unborn children by carrying so many at one time, working the media to make it appear like you are some holy vessel of life, then receiving a check in the mail for each one of your crotch droppings. Oh, and guess what? In case you're not affected by the economy at all and want to help out this poor woman who is a servant of the Lord, you can donate to her by clicking here. Seriously.


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