Okay, maybe they're not that bad.
Scratch that. They totally are.
But let me explain. My family has thoughtlessly invited an absolute drove of guests whose names I won't mention here, for as far as I can see the sole purpose of feeding them birthday party food which is until further notice denied to me, and they've brought the three most angelical cherubs having the most seraphic countenances with them.
Not.
Their idea of fun, as far as they have demonstrated, include scratching my wooden staircase with the most hideous shoes I have ever had the misfortune to lay eyes upon, peering owlishly at me (they might as well ASK what I'm doing, for the amount of discreetness they display) and staring at my "Yo soy mas bonita que los otros" sign as if it's Greek.
Its Spanish.
My point is that they have yet to prove they have even one redeeming quality, thereby proving my thesis that children are, in fact, completely useless.
Put on this earth to "steal and kill and destroy", as ol' John likes to say.
Although I'm not sure he was talking about children. Whatever. He said "the thief", and that's totally open to misinterpretation. I'm sure even if he DID mean, well, Satan, he probably realized in retrospect what a mistake he had made. Children are far, far, worse.
No insult intended. The thesis is party to some exceptions, just like the solubility chart.
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