Kiss My Sweet Juicy Bum Bum

It never ceases to amaze me. Those critters we all have that society calls 'our parents'. According to dictionary.com, the definition of 'parent' is as follows:

1-One who begets, gives birth to, or nurtures and raises a child; a father or mother.
2-An ancestor; a progenitor.
3-An organism that produces or generates offspring.
4-A guardian; a protector.
5-A parent company.
6-A source or cause; an origin: Despair is the parent of rebellion

Personally, id go with definition #3. Our so called parents produced/ generated us and then dumped us on maids or the tv or what not to bring us up. Tonight, i was home a few hours late, what with my curfew being 9 pm for some reason or other. Like i was still a baby who needed to be bossed around and told what to do for the sake of their own good. And i like breaking those lame rules. My mom works til about 9 at night, and my dad was on duty. So i admit, i abused my limited freedom. Then again, even if i hadnt gone out til late they still wouldnt have known shit what i was doing at home. i might've been humping a boy in their bedroom for all they knew. And that royally pisses me off. What gives these spasticated wannabe parents the right to worry about me or get angry at me because i was out after my pathetic curfew? They dont know what seriously messed up things i do throughout the rest of the day. If you're gonna judge me, look at your fucked up flaws first. See why im doing whatever it is that you think im doing. You'll find that you're the source of EVERYTHING thats going wrong. EVERYTHING.
Fuck you mom. Fuck you dad.

Peace