I hate that when I come home from work I hear my dad telling my mom (she was out with friends today while I worked) “oh well this happened and that’s wrong and blah blah and yadda yadda”
maybe you could try, I don’t know, fixing it yourself?
my mother is not your slave.
Not having posion ivy is fucking awesome
Yeah, I’m immune to it. Doesn’t bother me at all.