Every morning, on my drive to work, I have to pass a school. This school, like most others, has a lollipopcunt to help the precious little moppets get across the road without being flattened like so many retarded hedgehogs. No problem so far (apart from the fact that this particular lollipopmong has a face that makes me want to hurl bricks at it - especially the smug look of satisfaction he seems to get from stopping traffic like he's fucking traffic-JESUS or something).