The only reason i wanna stop being a NEET is bcs of this bum. Srlsy, every discussion, every shit that goes wrong on this motherfucking house (or 90%) has something to do with him.
When he's not calling my mom names (yep, shes a foid, but still is my mom ffs) and doing jack shit with his retired life, he's drugged out of his mind on these zombie pills.
When he's off the shits, he eats EVERYTHING on the fucking house, including (mind you) the dog's treats, tobacco, ANY FUCKING THING THAT HE DEEMS EATABLE HE EATS. Its big time pig time on this house 24/7 for this freak that i have to call dad.
The fact that i didnt become a mindless consoomer soyboy simp that idealizes cheap escapism media to run away from him is a miracle on itself.
When he's not calling my mom names (yep, shes a foid, but still is my mom ffs) and doing jack shit with his retired life, he's drugged out of his mind on these zombie pills.
When he's off the shits, he eats EVERYTHING on the fucking house, including (mind you) the dog's treats, tobacco, ANY FUCKING THING THAT HE DEEMS EATABLE HE EATS. Its big time pig time on this house 24/7 for this freak that i have to call dad.
The fact that i didnt become a mindless consoomer soyboy simp that idealizes cheap escapism media to run away from him is a miracle on itself.
