One day, the kid who my sister babysat for came over and started saying "Mcfry" over and over again. I had no idea what he was saying but it didn't bother me. I assumed that it was from stupid movie because he had a habit of repeating shit that he saw in films, as children are wont to do.

So he's saying "Mcfry" and I'm ignoring it and then his mother says, "He's saying 'McFly'. McFly is a nerdy character in Back to the Future. So he's calling you a nerd."

I just ignored that too. But what amazing parenting. Encouraging her son to call people names. And for what? I wasn't doing anything. If I recall, I was playing a computer game with him. Or helping him play a computer game. That's somehow worthy of abuse?

And this is a kid who my mother kept giving my stuff to. Why? He had his own stuff. He had more stuff than me. Why did he need more? Why did I need less?

Is that kid calling my mother? No. Is he visiting her? No. But this is another example of my idiot mother apparently trying to win the affection of TOTAL STRANGERS at the expense of her own son. We see how that worked out.

Now that kid is 300 pounds and raising the 200 pound kids of his 300 pound girlfriend. I've mentioned this before but it still astonishes me. That 10 year old kid is literally 200 pounds. AT LEAST! Fattest kid I've ever seen in my life.

No, I was wrong. He's eight. I just saw a post where it's revealed that he joined the Special Olympics bowling team. So he has some mental problem too.

What a life. That kid who called ME a nerd is doomed to raise another woman's obese, retarded child FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE! It's not even his obese, retarded child. It's some other dude's. Some other dude who had the good sense to fuck that fat chick and leave.

This guy also had a younger sister. She has like a 12 year old son now. Single mother, of course. Her Facebook is mostly annual count ups of the years since her father died. Ten is the current year.

Her father was a creepy old dude who married a mentally ill woman when she was like 22 and he was in his mid 40s. Good for him, I guess, and I know it's her father but not worth this sort of veneration.

This guy I used to walk to school with turned out to be a real loser too. He ran for the mayor of our city two times, with absolutely no political experience, lost badly both times, and then moved to the Deep South to become a home inspector. He now posts regularly on Facebook about his passion for inspecting homes. You have any other interests?

And he's "self-employed" as part of some pyramid scheme. Only in America do they have scam home inspectors.

Anyway, it's weird that he only talks about his job. He has a wife and kids, I think.

I don't talk about my job. It's just bizarre. The world is full of more interesting topics: faeces, Facebook stalking, terrible Tinder success, food you might like to eat.

Speaking of which, I've been buying those Doritos Collissions. They're in stock again. Always half-price. And I read reviews online. Everybody hates them. I don't know. I still like them. They're not as good as the first wave of flavours that they had years ago but they're still good.