Ladies… meet Mr. Desmond Hatchett. Stay away if you’re in the Knoxville and if you’re particularly fertile because Mr. Hatchett is a baby-making machine. 21 babies, 11 “ladies”. Have these people never heard of condoms? Birth control pills? I distinctly remember my tax dollars going to fund these items for people with no discipline, morals, or decency (see post below).
He added that he would not have any more children. ‘I’m done. I’ll say I’m done,’ he said.
Hatchett, who earns a minimal wage, told TV reporters he knows the names and ages of all his offspring.
Their ages range from newborn to 11 years old.
Authorities in Knoxville said they plan to take half of his monthly salary to pay for the youngsters but officials said that would work out to just over £1 a week for each.
His lawyer Keith Pope said: ‘The children can’t all be supported by Desmond, so the state of Tennessee has had to step in.’
Many Knoxville residents called for him to be castrated.
He even boasted of fathering four children by different women in the same year.
Hatchett’s name appeared on court documents 11 times representing 15 of his 21 children.
U.S. authorities are now braced for more women coming forward to claim Hatchett is the father of their children after he appeared on local TV.
This guy could be in the NBA — or Derrick Thomas (sorry Wanks!) and still not adequately support his children. And they didn’t have any pictures of the victims sluts women or they would be singled out for disapproval too. Congrats Tennesseans… not only will you be bailing out California (thanks!), but you’ll be bailing out Hatchett as well.
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And lets not forget the very prolific Magic Johnson, of whom the Trojan t-shirt add was born – “Protect your Johnson. He may not be as magic as you thought he was!”
Floyd,you act like your surprised or something…black people make up about 15% of the population of Tennessee,and make up about 90% of the prison population.As Al Gore might call it…an Inconvenient Truth
You little kids in Iowa…heh
As a Tennessean I can only hang my head in shame. Seriously though minimum wage can afford a box of condoms, they’re only like $7.49 at Publix and that is for the fancy ribbed ones.
Also in that picture he looks sort of like Jamie Foxx.
Brandon,
Personal responsibility has all but left our legal system. This is what happens when government grows to the size it has.
Wait, I thought it was “minimal” wage. Just kidding, Brandon. Those wacky Brits, mangling their own language.
Can’t help but think of Chris Rock’s old bit about irresponsible baby-making machines (yes, Tracy, I made sure to add that caveat … out of respect): “Put the dick down!!!” Yes, he was talking about welfare moms, but applies just as well to this feller, too.
Ugh. People like this give the rest of us breeders a bad name.
I like, “I’m done. I’ll say I’m done.”
Nice catch, Desmond! I’ll say I’m done with my pompous schtik.
(It’s not really schtik, because I’m not really pompous—merely breathtakingly honest about my own virtues.)
Good Lord… I take a 3D vacation and come back to this? WTF!!! I wonder if he has stretch marks from fathering all those babies.
You said “pompous shtick”. heh heh.
I used to work with a guy who prided himself with ‘tagging’ women by impregnating them. It was his way of marking his territory, I suppose. He had six kids by six different women and he earned a robust $9.86 an hour.
Have these people never heard of condoms? Birth control pills?
How about simple self-control? Although in this case I favor sterilization, what happened to good old self control? You don’t actually have to have sex with everyone you meet.
or in Mike’s case, at all.
I’ll have you know, Mrs. Zoon, that I have sex with every willing woman I meet!
3rd cousins twice removed do not count Mike
You’re your own population control.
I have to back Mike up on this one—Tracy, is it?—I know him personally and can attest that if there’s one thing that’s true, it’s that the chicks dig Mike.
yes, they dig with their fingernails trying to get out of that “special room” you have.
I’m kidding…
not really-but I am.
Sort of.
I’m sorry June, who were you talking to?
I wandered away for—oh, eight minutes or so—and lost the thread of this conversation.
Sorry Mikey, your sexuality has really taken a beating this week. I’ll stop. Can’t speak for June though.
I didn’t realize the stress would cause a multiple personality disorder.
The “queen of the prom” thinks Mike’s really sexy!
Easy, Fritz. Don’t make me switch my avatar on you.
Tracy… you have to talk in Sci-Fi language so that these fellas understand.
“Never give up. Never surrender.”
Is Galaxy Quest considered Sci-Fi? I’m not sure.
I come back from my mental vacation and this is what I find at 3D!!! Holy Hell! I wonder if he has stretch marks from all of those babies that he fathered. Only seems fair if you ask me.
June, I’m pretty sure Threedonia is a mental vacation.
Okay, guys! No more walking around in our underwear. Party’s over.
Hey June! Glad you’re back, we need some womins in here.
Welcome back June!. Mike… I’m pretty sure June’s good with the underwear — which also needs it’s own T-shirt. Where IS Rich? He’s our Cafe Press guy.
wait… I have to stop wearing underwear? What?
one has to start before they can stop.
well… first thing we need to do is come up with an acceptable definition of underwear.
There’s a song by LazyBoys called “Underwear Goes Inside the Pants.” Does that help?
Check out the pop culture reference from Fritz! You are one hep cat, hombre.
And I got it in the correct post! Yay, Fritz is right!!!
Wikipedia defintion of underwear: “Undergarments or underwear are clothes worn under other clothes, often next to the skin. They keep outer garments from being soiled by perspiration, urine, semen, feces, shape the body and provide support for parts of it.”
Not sure what they mean by “parts of it.”
Translation: “My boys need a house!”
Now, with a thoughtful, absolutely brilliant piece of transitional work on my part—- If “That Bastard” had kept his boys in the “house” he wouldn’t be suffering from the indignation from which he suffers at our hands.
If you guys are sitting around in underwear I’ll feel like the ultimate tool, I’m wearing a suit…on a Friday. It borders on blasphemous.
I’d like to reply, Brandon, but I can’t think of anything I could say that couldn’t be misconstrued.
I agree Mike. I would misconstrue everything you typed in response to that comment. It is ripe for ribald ripostes though.
“They keep outer garments from being soiled by perspiration, urine, semen, feces” I think this definition proves that it is only men who are required to wear underwear.
I am good.
Thnx.
that’s like the old Texas Aggie joke… How does an Aggie know how to put on his underwear? Yellow in front brown in back. Thank you very much.
Ya just had to go to skidmarks didn’t ya?
June- This reminds me of an old adage about women. Women do not sweat, do not belch, do not fart, therefore they must bitch or they will explode!
Maybe Hatrchett and his brood could have come around and helped us move. He bred an almost intact offense and defense for a football team. Dang that takes talent.
Did you get moved? You need to get back here and quit having a life
Point taken Mike. Much like Paris Hilton after a few drinks there was no where that could go but down.
There won’t be many instances where I could use that line, Brandon, but when I do I’ll swear I came up with it.
My underwear tends to be of the violent variety … wife beaters and boxers.
Wife beaters and boxers,Matt…ah,the gifts of being 50+!
Brandon,my fellow Tennessean…where are you from?
Ok, about Desmond here. I kind of figured that he’s be some sort of Denzel Washington look alike. Yeeeesh, is he hitting a school for the blind?
Boxer briefs, you old farts!!!
Says the not-too-far-behind ya guy…
Dude… we’ve seen your picture. Do NOT go tighty whiteys on us. That’s one step up from underoos.
Tighty-whiyeys? What is this, the 90s?
Scott,
I am in the guilded cage that is Brentwood, though I originaly hail from Washington DC.
Mike,
Feel free to take credit for my Paris Hilton line. It is a tough one to break out in civilized conversation.
It is a tough one to break out in civilized conversation.
But we don’t have that problem here.
You couldn’t have told me that yesterday?
Before I had brunch with my grandma?
Ah, I’m still laughing at my joke.
And it reminds me of a true story!
A friend of the family had been in the Navy for a couple of years, before he finally was able to get home for Thanksgiving. It was the first time in a while that he was able to see his whole family and everybody was in a great mood.
So, they asked him to say grace and he did, and right after he said, “Amen,” he turned to his grandmother and said:
Hey, Grandma! Pass the fuckin’ mashed potatoes!
Victoria’s Secret girls….uh huh….thought I’d add my two cents.
I know Brentwood,Brandon…the only place in Middle Tennessee that you find a Dentist…
Nashville is the only NHL city where the players have more teeth than the fans…
One vs.Zero…
Floyd, I think we’d better close the comments on this thread.
It’s just becoming unwieldy at this point.
Scott,
I’ll do you one better on Nashville. It’s the only NHL city where the players have more teeth than fans. See what I did there. It’s an overhand right at the fact that the Predators have no fans, subtle yet brilliant. Now after a few minutes of thorough stretching I will pat myself on the back.
I do have to draw the line at Brentwood cracks, we’re the 5th wealthiest city in the US for crying out loud. Also for some reason we have become the in place for celebrites to live. I now have Heather Graham, James Marsden, Reese Witherspoon, and pretty well every hairband singer from the 80s (not to mention country singer) living within 5 miles of me. There goes the neighborhood I guess.