PP: Two year olds all up in my personal space, trying to eat my food. BITCH, IF YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME LIVE WITH YOUR CHILD, RAISE IT PROPERLY. IF YOU ARE NOT GOING TO RAISE IT PROPERLY, DO NOT GET ANGRY WITH ME WHEN I TELL IT THAT IT IS BEING ANNOYING AND NEEDS TO GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME.
PP: My room mate has fallen for this really really bitchy girl, and he said "What? Yeah, you can totally live with all five of the guys in my house! What? HELL YEAH YOU CAN BRING YOUR TWO YEAR OLD DAUGHTER!"
No more late nights playing loud video games, no convincing Tom that "he CAN drink a whole gallon of milk in under an hour because he is fat." Worst of fucking all, NO SWEARING. Oh, wait, that's not the worst. The worst is her screaming because she doesn't want to go to bed for about an hour. Do you know how terrible it is going from joking about killing a child to actually planning that shit out? It makes you feel like a monster.