Uh, depends. How high up is the bridge? How cold is the water? Are there parachutes? Motor boats maybe? How about boys with no shirts on? Who said jumping off a bridge couldn’t be fun?
The logic is so twisted in this one. What does cleaning my room have to do with grocery shopping? Nothing! You can’t compare em. Plus, I’m not obligated to clean my room. You on the other hand are legally obligated to provide food for me. Not cleaning my room will not drastically shorten my life span, whereas not eating will. Ppppbl, so there, you have to go grocery shopping. Unless you want me to develop pyka. What then, huh? You really want me to start eating light bulbs and paint chips and then die from massive internal bleeding and lead poisoning?? This guilt trip thing can go both ways.
There are a couple of different responses for this one. They range from the somewhat acceptable to the offensive. The somewhat acceptable option: You’re not getting any grandchildren. The whacko option: I forgot to mention, I’m gay. The offensive option: The way you raised me, that oughta be in a few months.
there are? good! in that case, you can put my broccoli in a box, and send it to ethiopia. i obviously don't want to eat it. but those poor kids that starve to death every day would literally kill to get at it. there we go, problem solved. i'm happy, starving people are happy. of course the broccoli would start to mold. which means that the ethiopians will get two distinctive flavors in one. besides, the mold might be good for them. like penicillin, or something.
we have two eyes, don't we? granted, our depth perception might be a little whacky, but hey, we can still see. that's the important part. and there's nothing that livens up a party like someone with a glass eye.
really stupid argument to use on a little kid. they wouldn't be making that face if they didn't want to look like that. besides, what's wrong with kids that look different? you wouldn't love them any less if their faces stuck like that, would you? you would, you bastard. how could you.
hooray for questionable election procedures! hooray for corruption and deception (see: cheney/haiburtan/iraq, tenet/cia/uranium). and hooray for random chance. i'm so glad i was born here because that's where the right combination of genes was, which i had no control over anyway! yayay! don't be proud of what you work for, that's being arrogant and immodest, which is blatantly part of the axis of evil. be proud of where you were born, because blind jingoistic nationalism is on the side of light.
you do remember you raised me in a tornado prone area, right? all that wind-born destruction must have given my impressionable little mind ideas. like if you're dwelling is a horrible wreck, then the red cross and nat'l gaurd and all sorts of people help you and give you stuff. i want stuff. the more stuff the better, 'cause the more stuff i get, the easier it is for my room to become a wreck and then the nat'l gaurd comes again and gets me out and gives me stuff...
well, i say so too. by using your logic (i.e. because i said it it must happen/be true), then we seem to be at an impass. so there. = p
--aiko, the supreme bestest flutey person thing (i forgot. so sue me), everyone that's ever had an authority figure in their life