Little Miss Perfect! I hate her. Always making infantile googly eyes at daddy. And dancing her precious pony frug, shaking her little cheerleader ass all around the living room. And he eats it up like ice cream. I could puke.

I'm sick of her endless, mindless pop songs. Over and over and over. It never stops. While she jiggles and hops.

I'm putting her Paul Revere and the Raiders where she'll never find it.

No-one will ever find it.

5/20/2022