Piccolo Spoleto - Day 8

Todd is evil.

Evil Todd.

Evil, evil Todd.

We're living right now in college dorm suites. There's a small central room, a small central bathroom with two bedrooms (two beds each) that come off of it. Todd has seen it necessary to bunk the 9 year old son of one of the families joining us tomorrow in the bedroom next to ours (mine and another guy's). This is a heinous act because I, if you didn't know, HATE kids. And now one of those foul, whiny, mouth-breathers will be sleeping in the room next to me. Todd said he had no choice, which I do not understand.

Alternate choices:

#1 - Tie the kid up in sturdy rope and hang him out a window at night.

#2 - Sell him into white slavery.

#3 - Tie the kid up in sturdy rope and sell him into white slavery.

#4 - Put him up at a local kennel.

#5 - Lock him in the cars at night.

#6 - Have him walk the streets selling his little ass to make drink money for the rest of us. Instead of "The Little Matchgirl" he could be "The Little Margarita Boy."

#7 - Kill him and claim it was an accident.

#8 - Take him on a long car trip, wait to he gets out to whine about something, take off, then blame the whole thing on George W. Bush as here was a child who got left behind.

You see? Many, many alternatives that are all cheap, environmetally friendly, and some that actally make money. But does he ask my advice? NO! And one can only wonder why.