Subhuman Niceguy
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I hate my mom. I hate my dad also - but, he didn’t smother me to death like my mom (no pun intended).
This morning around 8:30am, I was walking back into the house after watering the plants in the backyard. My mom was in the kitchen, with her back to me, sitting down at the kitchen table looking at her laptop.
Automatically, I assumed she was on a Zoom call. Therefore, I walked past her without saying anything.
“Wait a minute - come back here - I am not going to let that slide”, said my bitch mother in a deep tone.
I turned, and walked into the kitchen, and I calmly just looked at her. I knew the Baby Boomer retard was suffering from the effects of the kikecine, and she was about to have a mood swing.
“I raised you better than that - you speak when you walk into this house - I don’t care if you bark like a dog, speak!”, she yelled at me, her voice sounded deep like a drunk husband trying to intimidate his wife.
I just looked at her, I was not going to say a word, it’s funny how foids pretend like I am invisible - until they want conflict with me.
I had a lot of different ideas about threads I wanted to make make later on .IS, so dealing with my retarded mother at 8:30am was not something that interested me.
I turned back around, and walked out of the kitchen.
Fuck it, I am at work now, sitting at my desk wondering if the locks will be changed when I get home.
This morning around 8:30am, I was walking back into the house after watering the plants in the backyard. My mom was in the kitchen, with her back to me, sitting down at the kitchen table looking at her laptop.
Automatically, I assumed she was on a Zoom call. Therefore, I walked past her without saying anything.
“Wait a minute - come back here - I am not going to let that slide”, said my bitch mother in a deep tone.
I turned, and walked into the kitchen, and I calmly just looked at her. I knew the Baby Boomer retard was suffering from the effects of the kikecine, and she was about to have a mood swing.
“I raised you better than that - you speak when you walk into this house - I don’t care if you bark like a dog, speak!”, she yelled at me, her voice sounded deep like a drunk husband trying to intimidate his wife.
I just looked at her, I was not going to say a word, it’s funny how foids pretend like I am invisible - until they want conflict with me.
I had a lot of different ideas about threads I wanted to make make later on .IS, so dealing with my retarded mother at 8:30am was not something that interested me.
I turned back around, and walked out of the kitchen.
Fuck it, I am at work now, sitting at my desk wondering if the locks will be changed when I get home.