When you live at home with your parents, i mean your mother and your fat stepdad, you have to demand respect. Don't come in my room unannounced mom, can't you see i'm trying to do some push-ups!!! Damn mom, loan me $10!! Rent? Any leftovers? See what i'm saying...I demand respect from my peers because i demand respect from my moms. She knows if the doors locked and the volume on the TV is real low, I just might be watching some Cinemax...respect that! She knows when I ask for 10 bills I just might go around the corner and cop a bacon egg and cheese. These were the thoughts that were going through my head while I was delivering mail at my job. I just knew that my demeanor and my lifestyle demanded respect. Respect my shit...because i'm living the life you all dreamed of.
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No dad. I'm NOT sorry i ate all your salted nuts!
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