I need to fart my way out of this house. This week has been "Please get out" and I would like to do that, only I don't have any means to. Tonight it was "sorry there isn't any dinner for you, well, not really sorry." And it was confirmed.
So I'm frustrated that I cant move out on my own or find steady work or be dependable for myself.
1 comment:
But, at least you farted.
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