You can always count on parents to never leave your private and so, so important mortal routine, you call your life, right? That's if they put their effortless nature in to motion, such as to the time in which they'd gleefully pretend to care and froth you with arsewiping pity - or, conceivably thwart you by curtailing the circus net, right? Yet, parents are parents. We loathe at them as much as they loathe one another, and shootoff with mere aloofness at who encourage the shitty ways.
That said, still as misanthropical as we are, we should be knee-scalding appreciative that our so, so annoyingly important parents aren't the likes of the faltering father Nic' Cage and, the improbable mother, Christina Fulton.
Y'see, Weston Cage, a androgynous Ozzy looking chap has had his secondary characteristics beaten to a pulp, allegedly, by his personal trainer, Kevin Villegas (not a She & Him writer, okay?) who was instructed by none the other - yes folks, Nic' Cage.
She & Him has been informed that Kevin Villegas' primary responsibility was to take care of Weston's secondary responsibilities. So when Weston went off the rocker, the au pair was dispatched by none other but Cage to track down the nutter, Weston. Kevin tracked down the nutter in L.A - but the mad man, Weston, apparently relapsed into a state of resistance and aggressiveness, amusingly threatening to rip off Kevin's " Christian fucking head."
The batty nutter attemped to bandy with Kevin and rip the " Christian fucking head" off, with a senseless roundhouse kick he'd probably seen one of those 3 ninja kids flicks (ridiculously guttering him flat on the back), setting the scene for a lethal dose of 13 punched-embroidary on his nutty skull - while innumerable folks jittered in amuse (She & Him perhaps? *wink*) watched on to make the brawl the least fair.
Yet, his so, so redundant parents are so, so important that they have to loathe one another in the most annoying manner - to the extent that Weston now has to have brain trauma evaluation. Great.
Christina Fulton has apparently been banned by Weston, as Christina ran to the media blaming Nic' Cage for her so-called tranny son's amusing altercation.
Y'see, you can always count on parents to never leave your private and so, so important mortal routine, you call your life. Yes! That's if they put their effortless nature in to motion, such as to the time in which they'd gleefully pretend to care and froth you with arsewiping pity - or, conceivably thwart you by curtailing the circus net. Yes! Yet, parents are parents. We loathe at them as much as they loathe one another, and shootoff with mere aloofness at who encouraged the shitty ways.
Jesus Christ!
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