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I never shoulda had that third juicebox... Fuqing Lohan toddlers! |
Break out those haz-mat suits, sluthoez, this Is that a thing? will really infect you with "whatthefuqness". Shockingly, some of you may have already partaken in or know about this thing, and to that I say "y'allz crazy". So lock the door, break out those anti-immunity drugs, and grab your nearest spotted neighbor, cuz it's Is that a thing? time...
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Pox Parties:
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Yeah yeah that's nice... but will there be snax? |
Ok, idiots I don't often feel really old but this thing makes me glad that I'm an adult. Cuz when I was a kid, the term "play date" meant "booty call", and there most definitely wasn't a friggen thing known as Pox Parties. For those still scratching their dix like they were infected like the kids of said parties and wondering what the hell I'm talking about, Pox Parties are when all the bitch moms and gay hipster dads gather to get wasted while they lock their chillenz in some room and let them interact with one or more kids who are infected with chicken pox, thus hopefully infecting their little bastards in order to keep them from getting it later in life. Substitute "children" with "gay doodz" and "chicken pox" with "STD's" and you've just described a bath house/gay bar in West Hollywood.
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Key party, Bitches! First one to lose a kid wins. |
Now, I see the attempted sentiment here... if your kid doesn't yet have the pox, let them get it so that they don't suffer when they're older, but really think about that for a second and realize you're saying; "let's infect our little Bontaviateefuh or Deshawntay with the pox by tossing her/him into a cesspool of infection". It's kinda crazy, and good intentions usually end with bad shit... or whatever the saying is. Especially when you consider that while the chillenz are getting their infection on, the parents are upstairs laughing and likewise infecting each other with STD's by banging it out key party style while their kids re-enact a scene from
The Hot Zone. I don't remember having the pox, and I don't remember how I got it, so I shudder to think that my parents did this to me, but if they did I was too young to remember, so maybe these Pox Party peeps are on to something, but it still just seems so wrong for being a thing.
My mom took me to a pox party when I was a young lass of age three or so. It wasn't so much of a party as it was her asking me to hug my cousin a lot. Sure enough, I got le pox.
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