Self centered whore loving child abandoning scallywag.

Posted on : 02-09-2011 | By : Shandelic | In : Deadbeat Dads, Nevada

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My name is Jason William Baker. I was born February 8th 1977. After four months of trying to conceive a child with my wife, we succeeded! Then I noticed the skirt on the whore at work and fell head over penis in love! It only took me a few weeks to decide I had to do away with the ever growing proof of the mistake I made inside my wife’s womb to know that I had to put her away quietly so I could stick it to the woman who was old enough to be her mother! I made sad excuses to avoid any and all doctor’s appointments, despite her best efforts to get me involved in the pregnancy cancer that was quickly turning into my spawn! I had no desire to be a Grandpa daddy at the ripe old age of 33, (and for a smoking man of 20+ years, that’s like becoming a father for the third time at the ripe old age of 68!) Don’t get me wrong. I love my two little girls who are raising themselves, because, let’s face it – I don’t have the selflessness it takes to be a good dad and start ALLLL over again. I mean, 12 is as good as raised, right? I can leave them home to go to Pennywise concerts, and hit the moshpits because I’m cool that way. Why pay a babysitter? I need to buy Kilts for $250 a pop because I’m a Scot. I don’t like buying groceries for my kids, I’d rather spend that money on my blackberry, and snowboarding. Oh wait, I let my sister pay. I don’t really like her that much, but she pays for everything so I suck it up and play pretend so she can sugar mama me! But I never take hand outs. I’m too prideful for that. I never stuck around long enough to know my child. I walked away and pretended she never existed. What’s her name again? I like playing that I’m a little boy. I commit minor criminal offenses and think it’s cute to wear shorts with my socks pulled up to my knees and act like I’m 18! Always cool to be the grey haired dude with the faux hawk! I recently purchased an FJ cruiser in my new sugar mama’s name because my credit is shot to hell, but damn if I’ve avoided the ball and chain of child support to enjoy a life of freedom burning the man every year and pretending I believe in something greater than myself. Who could do all of this with a bouncing bundle of joy dragging me down? I stuck my head in the sand and pretended it all away, and poof I got the perfect life! Got the old lady by my side (she likes her nights free to whore around on me behind my back, but hey, I got the shit my ex never could have gotten me, and that’s REAL happiness.) got the house, got the car. I don’t need the baby, screw that, those things just don’t mean much to me, they’re accessories to a life I’m not interested in.

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Jason, you’re doing well, brother. Live life to the fullest. Forger that ex, nothing but a sour bitch. Obviously, she doesn’t know how to keep a man. I’ll bet she had a mouth like a sewer. Best to avoid it.
Children are nothing but problems. You think they’ll come and visit you at the nursing home, or be around when you die. That’s a huge fallacy, because they don’t. We all die alone.

Dear Shandelic,

You have skills when it comes to writing!

Hope you get some justice and that your ex gets his ugly white a#s handed to him in court.

A deadbeat who cannot approach manhood and is forever lost in his little world of Narcissistic Personality Disorder will never be a dad , he will be a perpetual child, a parasite willing to latch onto any sugar mama that will support his selfish lifestyle.

…and to “Jack Boot”
Stop living off of YOUR mom!
Get out of her basement and get employed!
Just because you can’t get a “date’ is no reason to lash out at moms doing the work of both parents.

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