HHHAAAA I'm about to send you to Wikipedia for No True Scotsman, but I urge you to just think about what you're saying first. It turns out, my wishful thinking friend, that having a certain religion is no protection against being a piece of shit. You can be a good person in the religion, and and without the religion,…

Uh...what? These terrorists are much more like Christians than Muslims?

You know what? They're Muslim. Fucking deal with that.

Honestly most parents I know IRL, say this stuff to me all the time. That they love their kids, but if they could take it back.... When we tell them we don't want kids, they say, "Good... DON'T DO IT!".

I'm the troll? You accused an entire group of people you don't know of having "affluenza" a made up disorder some rich kid used to get away with murder. As someone who lived with my parents for a year after college THAT I PAID FOR MY FUCKING SELF. I don't think I am the one who is fucking smug.

Yup. I actually give my son a lot of freedom; more than he gets when he is with his mom (half time). But for that freedom my rules are pretty hard and fast. Dishes are done, and done right. Trash is taken out. Dogs are fed. And "No Fun Until The Homework Is Done".

dude, really? You think everyone who sends their kids to college is affluent. Jesus fucking Christ what decade is it?

I know they whine about it now, but when they go to college an have to show people how to work a washing machine, they'll be happy they learned to take care of themselves when they were young. I'm sure I whined about laundry and cleaning when I was a teenager, but I'm so glad now that I know how not to live in squalor.

I stopped doing my kids' laundry once the younger one turned 13. I did household laundry starting at that age, so I waited until both of my step kids reached that, then they do their own. There's still endless whining about how they don't have clean clothes some days, and I don't give two fucks. I do remind the kids…

Who the fuck are these losers? I had to do my own laundry after my mom went back to working full time. I was 10 years old at the time, and it wasn't that difficult a concept to grasp. Never ruined a single load.

When I was a kid, my mother had me doing laundry, dishes, vacuuming, cooking or gardening everyday—if there was work to be done around the house, I was expected to pitch in. I was not allowed to slack or be lazy with my chores. If I dared asked "mom can you wash this" the sound of laughter emitting from her would have…

Oh, hells no! Once my kid is 18 if he is still living at home he damned well is gonna do the lions share of the housework in-between job interviews or prepping for college!

Perhaps who raised these lazy ass young adults is the more appropriate question. You reap what you sow, I guess?

ummm. most american kids are pretty psyched to leave at 18. No one lives with their parents by choice. It's lack of money and jobs: necessity. A lot even leave sooner. But awesome job trying to make this into something it's not? I guess? Can I now criticize other cultures for burdening young families by forcing them…

I've spent the last few days sick at home. This is the face that's been watching me during the day, never leaving my side.

I swear that dogs have a special sense for when their protection/support is needed. My family's dog always knows if you're sad and will come to where you are and just sit and press her body against yours however she can, or if she can she'll hop up on the couch/chair where you're sitting and climb into your lap. …

Solution: Ask for it "on the board." They'll cut any sandwich in half. (My first job was at Burger King.)

Soooooo I looked at the Burger King logo and thought to myself "Oh come on now, there's an American ripoff of Hungry Jack's?" And then I googled and discovered that Hungry Jack's is actually just what we call Burger King here in Australia.

True fact story about me: The Burger King original Chicken Sandwich is my favorite food item on the whole goddamn planet. Growing up, that was the one and only fast food item I was ever allowed to eat—no Big Macs, no Whoppers, no Chicken McNuggets, nothing. Just that sandwich. And I loved it. So whenever my mom wanted…

hi. been there, done that....