the 19yo leech in the basement suite
who doesnt work, doesnt look for work, doesnt do a feckin thing around here has the temerity to show up at the dinner table, pokes suspiciously at the chicken breasts roasted in the oven and asked "what did you put on these?" answer with everyone at the table "I wiped my ass with them before I cooked it" hopefully that will end the issue of if you didnt cook it shaddap and eat what we have
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