So now my dad is bitching that he's going to get rid of the stinkies.

Because you know, there aren't any fleas at all in the house.

Heavens no.

He's not dragging them through the house through his room that he doesn't keep clean, or from the front room that no one's going to help me clean.

Again, he's the only one getting bitten, yes.

He pisses me off so much, it's not even funny.

Then he comes in and starts yelling that we need to wake up, it's going on the next hour, when it's only five minutes after the current hour.

That shit pisses me off.

I do know this, and anyone who reads this has my word.

If the cats go, his cigarettes and weed are going.

Because damn if I don't suffer because him and that damn smoke.
I don't care if he spent this that and other on either of them.

I'm torn between flushing the weed and trying to make a few bucks from it.

Name.

URL.

[to enter your email, use "mailto:youremail@domain.com"]
Subject.

Comment.

Word verification.

Copy the first 4 characters only.

If you are a member, try logging in again or accessing this page here.