On the playground, at the store, walking on the streets. They creep us out, and make us sick to our stomachs. I’m talking, of course, about Ginger kids. To be honest, I kinda felt bad for this kid for about 35 seconds. But then he went ahead and ran his weird little ginger mouth. Listen kid, no one likes being called names. Does it hurt when people call me some variation of fat, bald and unfit for life? Sure. But making a youtube video in some back alley isn’t going to gain you any respect. You want respect? You have two options. First, find a cure. I know it’s not as sexy as cancer or aids or menopause (http://www.drdonnica.com/today/00006928.htm), but that’s what you fight for. Get some celebrity support from famous gingers like Ron Howard, Prince Harry, or even Carrot Top to help raise awareness. You could even make little Gingervitis ribbons (bright red, or maybe even white with little red dots for freckles). If that doesn’t work, option two is to gather up the rest of the weirdos and start a revolt.
Ha ha ha, He’s a ginger.