Originally posted by: rocadelpunk
Originally posted by: SampSon
A couple times a week. My parents rule, some of the coolest people I know.
I kinda feel sorry for you folk who have shitty relationships with your parents.
Originally posted by: SampSon
A couple times a week. My parents rule, some of the coolest people I know.
I kinda feel sorry for you folk who have shitty relationships with your parents.
Originally posted by: pclstyle
if anything, my parents need to learn to appreciate me. ever since i deigned to leave the deplorable accommodation that was my female parent's womb, it's been nothing but misery. i'll be brief since my m3 needs an oil change, but here's a quick sample. just the other day, i went out of my way to share a meal with the pair of good-for-nothings. i cut my evening nearly 2 hours short just to be present at the table, albeit 30 minutes late. it wasn't a big deal though, they hadn't started eating anyway. At the end of the obviously hastily prepared, half-assed meal (i've enjoyed better at wendy's late night in the slums), the woman had the nerve to ask me to wash the damn dishes, as her "hands were hurting from preparing the meal". what kind of ridiculous gibberish is that? when's the last time your hands hurt from preparing a meal? in an effort to protect my own dignity, i knocked the entire table on the floor, scattering dishes and silverware everywhere. then i threw in a "clean your own damn dishes you lazy bastards", and left- pride intact.
Originally posted by: pclstyle
if anything, my parents need to learn to appreciate me. ever since i deigned to leave the deplorable accommodation that was my female parent's womb, it's been nothing but misery. i'll be brief since my m3 needs an oil change, but here's a quick sample. just the other day, i went out of my way to share a meal with the pair of good-for-nothings. i cut my evening nearly 2 hours short just to be present at the table, albeit 30 minutes late. it wasn't a big deal though, they hadn't started eating anyway. At the end of the obviously hastily prepared, half-assed meal (i've enjoyed better at wendy's late night in the slums), the woman had the nerve to ask me to wash the damn dishes, as her "hands were hurting from preparing the meal". what kind of ridiculous gibberish is that? when's the last time your hands hurt from preparing a meal? in an effort to protect my own dignity, i knocked the entire table on the floor, scattering dishes and silverware everywhere. then i threw in a "clean your own damn dishes you lazy bastards", and left- pride intact.