The Replacements
Stink

THE REVIEW

It was a shitty, damned job, raising that brat, if that wasn't enough, that shitty, damned nine-to-five job.

And now the result stands there, motionless in the middle of the room, with that stupid look and that damn joint hanging from his mouth.

A pale-faced loafer, and thank God at least he turned out the right color.

He doesn't give a damn about school, doesn't give a damn about anything, Christ, give me the strength to be Sergeant Hartman, just for one day.

«TAKE OUT THE TRASH!!!!!».

Christ, how the damned crow squawks.

«THE BRAT DOESN'T OBEY!!!!! MAKE YOURSELF HEARD, YOU'RE THE FATHER!!!!!».

«GOOOOOO!!!!!», Christ, is that fine, woman????? And now get out of the way because the ninth inning is starting and «BRING ME A COLD BEER!!!!!».

Christ, grant me the time, just grant me the time to close this damn inning, away from her, away from the brat …

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«SORRY MA', I FORGOT TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH!!!!!».

The idiot is back, always finds his way home, worse than a dog.

«I'LL DO IT LATER, MA', RIGHT NOW I JUST WANT HARDCORE!!!!! I JUST WANT NOISE!!!!!».

Christ, give me the strength to be Sergeant Hartman and make them all swallow the damned trash.

With all its stench.