First Duty When I Take Over The World...
Hear Ye, Hear Ye....
I have decided that when i take over the world my first duty will be to exile my father, from Australia to Iceland, ( or possibly Tonga.......i haven't decided ).
My mother wonders why i'm on anti-depressants............you just have to look at my dad for the answer to that.
Saturday night - i come home from an engagement party to find my dad has parked in my spot, normally he parks behind my mothers van. They work at the markets Sunday. Theres no other parking in the street so I park in his. The next thing i know i'm getting woken up at 4am to move my car
I get home after work. It's freezing outside. I go to my room to get into my PJ's. My room is colder than outside......................The jerk has closed my vent for the heater......the rest of the house is nice and warm, but my room nah, just use it as a second freezer.
Again after work, i'll get a nice drink and go on the balcony to read and have a smoke and relax etc etc ............... only to go back inside to find everything has been turned off cause DAD's gone to bed. I have to stumble around in the dark switching all the lights back on.
He did it the other night, i had ducked out for a smoke during an ad while SVU was on. I've come back in, permemnantly damaged my toes switching lights back on, swearing my head off cause as i put the tv back on, slaming the door that divides the house from the tv room and their room......And my mother comes out of the bathroom, she's about to have a bath and it's cold so she switches the heater on and goes to have her bath. Guess who gets strips torn off them for "switching" the heater on. Of course "I" had done it all wrong and what was i doing putting the heater on anyway i just live there and am a blood relative but scince when do i have the right to touch anything in my parents house.
The other night he was stomping ( and he's no light weight ) around swearing and slaming doors cause i didn't answer the phone............being out side in the yard with the door closed playing with my puppy being so much closer than sitting on top of a phone watching tv on his fat ar5e.
Very suckful. Why is Sydney so expensive to rent in ..... i'd move out in a flash...............
I have decided that when i take over the world my first duty will be to exile my father, from Australia to Iceland, ( or possibly Tonga.......i haven't decided ).
My mother wonders why i'm on anti-depressants............you just have to look at my dad for the answer to that.
Saturday night - i come home from an engagement party to find my dad has parked in my spot, normally he parks behind my mothers van. They work at the markets Sunday. Theres no other parking in the street so I park in his. The next thing i know i'm getting woken up at 4am to move my car
I get home after work. It's freezing outside. I go to my room to get into my PJ's. My room is colder than outside......................The jerk has closed my vent for the heater......the rest of the house is nice and warm, but my room nah, just use it as a second freezer.
Again after work, i'll get a nice drink and go on the balcony to read and have a smoke and relax etc etc ............... only to go back inside to find everything has been turned off cause DAD's gone to bed. I have to stumble around in the dark switching all the lights back on.
He did it the other night, i had ducked out for a smoke during an ad while SVU was on. I've come back in, permemnantly damaged my toes switching lights back on, swearing my head off cause as i put the tv back on, slaming the door that divides the house from the tv room and their room......And my mother comes out of the bathroom, she's about to have a bath and it's cold so she switches the heater on and goes to have her bath. Guess who gets strips torn off them for "switching" the heater on. Of course "I" had done it all wrong and what was i doing putting the heater on anyway i just live there and am a blood relative but scince when do i have the right to touch anything in my parents house.
The other night he was stomping ( and he's no light weight ) around swearing and slaming doors cause i didn't answer the phone............being out side in the yard with the door closed playing with my puppy being so much closer than sitting on top of a phone watching tv on his fat ar5e.
Very suckful. Why is Sydney so expensive to rent in ..... i'd move out in a flash...............
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