it sucks when your getting some and your mom bangs on your door screming "put your clothes on DSS is here"
"do your parents feed you?" im about 20lbs overweight i dont htink im going hungry
"do your parents clothe you?" im a guy i can live off three pairs of pants and three shirts (i have three pairs of paints and prolly 20 shirts lol)
"do your parents ever fight" yea about who gets to claim my brother this year on their tax form but thats about it
I hate DSS with a passion after years of harassment from them over nothing
This time they came because my brother has a bruise on his cheek where he hit himself with a skateboard