There I was, titty fucking some random skank's nipples off, wondering if that was enough or if I needed to do something else completely pointless for breast cancer. If only there was a gesture equally as empty as wearing a pink bracelet or having a bake sale or throwing a magnetic ribbon on my car or walking with a herd of heifers for 5 kilometers. Something that would show my hollow support without taking any actual effort nor furthering the cause in any real way. Then it hit me like a ton of boobs. This and every October, porkjerky.com will go pink as a lip service tribute to breast cancer. Please follow my magnanimous example and do something meaninglessly worthless that doesn't require any real effort on your part for this great cause. Believe me when I say, it should be the least we can do.
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Dear Delilah,

I am writing you after just yelling and screaming at my 6 week old daughter for no reason at all. Lately, I blame her for everything even when I know it isn't her fault. But I can't stop being mean and mad at her. When she cries it feels like nails scratching on a chalkboard that is inside my head. I try to stay away from her as much as I can. Feeding her and changing her is a chore that I must force and threaten myself to do. I just can't stop hating her.

When I sit down and think about my problems though, it just make sense to blame her though. I know she didn't purposely cause my life to turn to crap, but it all does spring from her. Because of her I lost my boyfriend of 5 years who had promised to marry me before she was 1. Instead when she was born with 12 fingers and 11 toes he left me. He said that I must have cheated on him since that doesn't run in his family. He said he wouldn't even give me child support because he says no freak baby could be his, and even if a DNA test proved her to be his daughter he still doesn't want to be a part of our life. Frankly, If I hadn't been awake during the C-section and saw them pull her from me, I would think and hope she wasn't mine.

It gets worse. The doctors said that they could cure her polydigititis with surgery, but after they did the HMO wouldn't pay for it. They said that it was unnecessary cosmetic surgery, so now I'm stuck with a $14,000 hospital bill. Worse than that, they didn't even warn me that the fingers and toes would grow back because I think they are. So, in a couple of years I will need to come up with another $14,000 to pay for another surgery to when they grow back in. I am thinking about putting her up for adoption because that seems like the only option that would be best for both of us. Then again, who wants to adopt a baby with a dozen fingers? I think I have found another solution to our problems.

Please pray for us both,

Jena S Cloruss

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There I was, titty fucking some random skank's nipples off, wondering if that was enough or if I needed to do something else completely pointless for breast cancer. If only there was a gesture equally as empty as wearing a pink bracelet or having a bake sale or throwing a magnetic ribbon on my car or walking with a herd of heifers for 5 kilometers. Something that would show my hollow support without taking any actual effort nor furthering the cause in any real way. Then it hit me like a ton of boobs. This and every October, porkjerky.com will go pink as a lip service tribute to breast cancer. Please follow my magnanimous example and do something meaninglessly worthless that doesn't require any real effort on your part for this great cause. Believe me when I say, it should be the least we can do.