KenSpawn are the pathetic and lowly computing student spawn of Ken.
JonSpawn, in the same vein, are the pathetic and lowly English* students of Jon.
Displaying a small vocabulary, basic (if that) grasp of the most simple of English Language ideologies, they both make me want to spleen not myself, but them.
How do they manage to remember to breathe? Do they need to programme their watches with an alarm to tell them to pull air in, and push it back out on time?
Am I taking the piss? Most definitely; but everything I state within this post is perfect truth, and more besides.
'e.g.` After hearing Damian read out his passage, containing: "The lord and/or keeper of a castle is called a Castellan."
The reply "What's a cast-eh-lun?" echoed across the room, and it seemed straight through my soul into a void of forever knowing frustration at the moronism of it all.
Yes, that's right, after hearing the very definition of the word, this base example of life, and I struggle to call it even that, asks what the word means. After being challenged by yours truely, she stated post haste with great defense that "I was listening!"
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Excuse me while I take a short intermission to go smash my cerebellum against the largest diamond I can find. It won't take away the mind numbing stupidity from this world, but it may give me something else to think about.