You suck. If I wanted to listen to a screaming child all weekend, I'd have one.
I'm sick of watching my brother pretend he's a sniper or whatever. The game is sick and I can't believe you let him play it.
I'm tired of not being able to cook anything or leave my toothbrush on the counter.
This isn't home.
This isn't home.
Me
Me or Screaming Child? You decide.
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