Horrible people?

We members of the Dysfunctional Family call one another "horrible" on a daily basis. In fact, we have been called horrible by people outside of our little family who have witnessed how we relate to one another and the world at large. However, I think this description is grossly inaccurate. We're not horrible. I mean, it's not like we talk about how someone can't get a job at Denny's because her fat ass will knock things off a table 5 feet away (Kat) or ponder ways to kill babies (Maya). It's not like we call people disease ridden whores when we play them in Mario Kart (Ben) or talk about hitting bums with our cars (Julie). We would never name our friends' large breasts Chublets (me) nor would we accuse anyone of molesting a chinchilla (Kim). We're not driven by spite (Jose) and we don't come up with names like "Katouchmes" or "Kachoogas" for the twins of another large breasted friend (Kyle). We don't give each other nicknames like BJ or chlamydia ridden whore. We don't spend our time laughing at the dumbasses on "Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader" or making catty comments about the contestants on America's Next Top Model. We would never say "I wonder what it's like to be stupid" or joke about breaking up with someone over text message. We do not call people "tranny girlfriend" or "fat cow". We are clearly not horrible!

...Okay, I lied. We are horrible. At least we don't drown puppies.

Every time you think of ridding society of us...think of this kitten. We're just as cute. Promise.

*EDIT* Okay, I JUST realized that the picture I had up of the really cute kitty is no longer a photo of a kitty. Whoops...Thanks Froggy for pointing it out.