#126: Babies!

So I’m sitting at my desk in the hotel lobby when the blissful, all-too-brief silence is broken by the wail of a mewling babe.

But not a babe of this variety…

Single-highhandedly responsible for a spike in Vaseline sales: Ms. Kayden Kross!

or this type…

One hot tamale: Carmen Luvana!

What the hell was I writing about? Oh yeah,  this was the type of babe I had to deal with…

I don’t know who this rugrat is.. And I don’t care!

Toddlers don’t realize how good they have it. They don’t do any of the following:

• Dress themselves.
• Pay taxes.
• Cook their own meals.
• Bathe on their own.
• Clean up after themselves in any way.
• Work for the “Man”!

Of course I’ve missed a million or so additional injustices where babies are concerned, but you get the picture, right? We’ve let these little brats get away with sponging off the fruits of our labor for too long!

If only I could get someone to wheel me around all day like I don’t have a care in the world; that would be sweet…