Next weekend your mother's dragging me to your loser school's Family Weekend, I don't want to meet your shitty roommates or listen to your gay little stories about how you're making new friends at the 13th grade. I have no interest in meeting any of these new friends' parents, they're probably just as miserable over being there as I am thanks to the inadequacies of their own twat kids. And I am ripshit over having to waste a tank of gas to get to fucking Henniker, New Hampshire to see the smug pissant that came out of my sack. I'm really not interested in listening to whatever faggot phony classes you're struggling with because if you get anything lower than a B I will murder you over Christmas vacation for wasting my money and time.
And if you or your room don't look presentable for your cunt of a mother, god fucking help you I will kick the everloving fuck out of your shitsucking face.
