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A local man has been left wondering if his kids attend a special daycare facility for the children of the blind this week after arriving later than usual for drop off.
The pram storage room was overflowing and nearly every pram wasn’t collapsed and folded against the wall like they would be in a developed country. Aside from the families that use the easy-fold Babyzen Yoyos or their knock-off equivalent, most, including the miserably yuppie cunce with their UppaBaby Cruzs and Vistas, just push them in, drop their kid off and fuck off to their bullshit job in the city.
It’s left property developer, David Fresian, wondering why he even bothered working as hard as he did.
“Imagine coming from not much, working very hard, getting a good job, creating your own opportunity, seizing it and capitalising on it, buying and selling property until you could afford to live somewhere like Betoota Grove or the French Quarter, a nice house, and then it dawns on you that on all sides, you are girt by cunts. Absolute cunts,”
“There’s a sign on the wall there that says please fold your pram. It takes 30 seconds. And no cunt does it. So when I turn up at 930, there’s prams out the door. Oh, people are in a rush! Oh, people are double parked! Oh, people have mobility issues! Who gives a shit. Should I be pass ag and fold them all up? Will that upset said yuppie cunt when they come and collect little Jaspser or one of the 150 Noahs under 5 in the postcode? I might just do it if they’ve got their arms full of expensive baked items and groceries from a boutique independent grocer when they turn up at 5:56pm after a long day of doing fuck all.”
David then rubbed his face with his hand.
“Sorry, it just shits me.”
More to come.
