Saying you child is your “kid” is an insult to goats everywhere.
I’ll insult moms everywhere. Fight me Pam.
Fuck you, Barbara
You want to do this now, Helen?
Oh it is on Brenda
Eight o clock after the PTA meeting, Joan
Uhm, my kids will be going to bed at 8, Sandy, because unlike SOME mothers I put my children to bed at a responsible time!
Don’t you bring my kids into this, Janet
You’re right Sandy, we shouldn’t bring your C- average kids into this. We should, however, bring your 2013 Honda Odyssey that reeks of failure and cigarettes from your midnight affairs with the mail man.
At least I have a man touching me, unlike SOMEONE I know. When was the last time Frank so much as looked at you, Jackie?
C-Carol, you’ve gone t-t-too far!
NONE OF YOU ARE INVITED TO THE CASSEROLE POTLUCK! That includes you, Cynthia…
God this is magical
Cindy nobody wants your cookies stop bringing them OM. DID SHE JUST - OM I’M TELLING ALL MY NEIGHBORS ABOUT YOU
Nobody wants to listen to you squawk, Lucy. And your lemon bars are SHIT.
Jennifer, shut your whore mouth. At least my kids listen to me and are house trained.
Oh be quiet , Joan, dont make me bring up what happened during last year’s Chilli Making competition when you let your kids wander about all by themselves.
Shut up linda, everyone knows that you can’t be trusted. Heck, you even brought store bought cookies to the bake sale. Store bought!