For all those Mothers I hate today, I hope you die in a fire.
For those I'm more apathetic towards, may you live long enough to shit yourself.
If you don't know which of these three categories you fit in, ask yourself these questions:
- Do I talk to you?
- Do I talk about you?
- Do you think I would like to see you shit yourself?
In conclusion, it is
Now go change your diapers, Mother. I ordered you extra-jumbo size samples from Walmart again. I hope they finally arrived. Oh, and I hope the support group for adults with incontinence is helping.