Covert Insults

February 8th, 2007.

I was eating out with my friend and her two young children one afternoon when we found an unexpected message written inside one of the kid menus.

There, on top of the puzzles and mazes, written in bright red crayon was the phrase: FUCK YOUR KIDS.

Her other child opened his menu to find the phrase: I HATE YOUR FUCKING KIDS.

My friend called a manager over who apologized profusely and explained that the night before a bunch of teenagers had been to the restaurant after a basketball game. He speculated that they must have stolen a few of the kid menus, written nasty messages inside of them, and then replaced them.

My friend was indignant, but I was rather amused.

Bravo, snotty teenage kids, bravo.

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  2. Because I Said So.

    HA….

    There, on top of the puzzles and mazes, written in bright red crayon was the phrase: FUCK YOUR KIDS.

    YES!
    Fuck your kids, for real. Especially if they have no manners and think they shit golden turds that their mothers will lap up in pride.
    That was …