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Tone it down, Egghead.

So, I should or shouldn’t spank naughty kids anymore? It isn’t clear, and the comments on the net aren’t making it any clearer. And don’t quote your science at me, there are older, crustier people in lab coats who laugh at your fucking science. They have a little thing called credibility which you sadly lack – I’m not picking a side here, stop having stupid opinions, both sides.

Just admit you stand there, naked, without reason, on a soap box of dogmatic assumption and biased reasoning. You aren’t alone either, the only different between you and me is that I get paid for it. Because shame is a currency.

So with the conjecture and the uncertainty the only thing I could do is come up with a viable alternative that made it seem like someone was being beaten even if it was figuratively. It was like serving gluten free sausages to someone even though they were not strictly speaking gluten free sausages.

No, that's OK. I've

got this.

So in short the kids were being little pricks and I put Limp Biscuit’s Nookie on in the car eleven times in a row on the way home to reinforce parental dominance. It broke the boy, the girl and me kind of got into it by the end. I wouldn’t call it a win exactly, but then again I stopped scoring a long time ago. So let’s just call it a thing that happened.

Also, I know how to spell the band’s name. I just refuse to. Like a chump.

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