So sorry, didn’t realize I’d come out with a mantra. When did I say someone was EEEEEEVIL for living at home after the age of 12?
Sorry to burst your bubble sweetheart, but I had no clue you lived at home. I don’t even know who the fuck you are, so no, it wasn’t a crack at you. It wasn’t a crack at anyone in particular really, and wasn’t the center of my post.
No kiddin’. Well, basements, garages, whatever. But again, my post neither centered around adults living at home, nor was directed at you nor any inhabitant of lovely England. Seems you’re a bit paranoid.
Of course they WUV you! When did I say parents didn’t love their kids? You’re going from a bit paranoid to tinfoil hat paranoid now, darlin’. Sorry for your mental problems, but as my post, once again, was not directed at you nor did it center around adults living at home I think you’re jumping down my throat rather hastily.
Ouch. I’m wounded. No really, I’m very, very hurt.
Okay, so I’m not. Mainly because I neither said any such thing nor am I going to get sucked into your paranoid rantings at any hint of a comment you percieve as a slam against your particular scenerio. Really, you don’t seem to be dealing with your situation very well if you get so personally insulted by any fleeting comment such as the one in my above post. Maybe you should move out or something.
Whatever makes you feel better, dear.
Wow. Um, you’ve really got some issues. That’s all I have to say to that.
Well, I for one will miss you terribly.