My pop was a fuckin WWII guy and although he was compassionate and had a heart of gold, he didnt mess AROUND when it came to 'pulling weight'. He worked til his 60s as the foreman of a massive paper mill, and when you'd see this friggin soot-covered MOUNTAIN that looked like some kind of mad Viking asking/telling you to clean the cellar or cut the grass, you might have a HARD time arguing.

I have known many friends whos parents have graced them to no extent: loaded credit cards, model year cars, jewels, parties, etc....I believe that this level of grotesque ingratiating is a definite detriment in terms of human/social development, but this is only my opinion, of course.


BIG ups to Shelly as well! (Wait...Johoto? ..or?)

And here is a 'goodie' for you: "Dont be a douche in this life lest YOU become the TRUE douche!"