Gender: Unspecified Location: Your mom's basement.
i love how im getting yelled at when im the one trying to pick up all the trash and take it out to the cans
my sister is trying to talk to me about some shit on the news and i don't even know what the **** she's talking about
and when i go in the living room to get the trash from in there, both her and my mom are just sitting on their asses doing nothing and i damn near trip over the dog trying to get to a plate of lasagna my mom has sitting there, and she yells at me
mom: "does it look like im done with that?!"
me: "it looks like it's been sitting there all night"
mom: "it's only been there since 6 am, thank you"
me: ""
Gender: Unspecified Location: Your mom's basement.
i swear, these people are ****ing helpless without me
but when i brought it up once or twice, they laugh at me
and not in the "oh, hahaha you're right, we're helpless sons a bitches." way but the "hahah you stupid retard." way
All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I **** like you wanna ****, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
Well I managed 16 pieces and I have the tuna, 2 salmon and a prawn left. I have an extremely bad habit of saving the best pieces for last. But now I'm stuffed and I'm going to have to throw these away which is rather annoying because I know I will regret having thrown them away tomorrow.