There was a time that I had empathy in my heart for this dipshit. His ex-wfie Kate is no walk in the park. That b*tch is a mother-effing hurricane wrapped inside an erupting volcano. But over time, I grew to understand why she browbeat him relentlessly-- HE'S AN IDIOT!
Sure, having eight kids is a bit of a challenge. But to spiral into a complete mess and affront to humanity and then expect us to care is repulsive. Let's take a stroll down memory lane. Jon-boy was an engineer (great job, by the way) when he met Kate-- a nurse. They got married, had two children, then decided to try for one more. Well, then came 6 more kids and a reality TV show. Jon quit his job and then quit parenting because it was time for his midlife crisis. He started staying out all night with tramps much younger than himself, clubbing, drinking, acting like a frat boy. Kate wasn't having any of it, so she divorced him.
No big deal. Jon's a star, right?!?! Well, nobody offered him a reality show. And he claimed because of his "fame" that he couldn't keep down a real job anymore, and that meant he couldn't pay child support, blah, blah, blah. So, he became a cook at TGI Fridays, then a club DJ. A bad club DJ. And now.... this...
The ad reads that it's his "big debut". Well, since your ex-wife and your ex-hoes called you "stubby", there's nothing 'big" about you. Except your chins and your gut. For $40 you can watch him de-robe in what is surely to be the furthest thing from sexy. Have thee not any pride!?!?! Your children are now old enough to see your stanky pile of B.S. on the internet. It's not that I have a problem with stripping. Who cares? I have a problem with this sorry excuse for a male stripping. This douchenipple is just looking for attention which he surely hopes translates into some other reality gig that will net him big bucks. Here's a thought:
Get a damn job!
You can still work as an engineer. I know office life is boring, but engineers do make good money. But that would require you to work as a professional, which you are the furthest thing from. (Sorry to end a sentence with a preposition, but I'm fired up!)
For the sake of mankind, KEEP YOUR CLOTHES ON! AND THEN DISAPPEAR!
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