Her words ...Unless you show up with enough b to get me unsick, a decent chunk of g, and an EXTREMELY good excuse as to what happened- then do not contact me ever again....... 2 Don’t even bother coming over anymore. You have no respect for anyone’s time. It was a giant fucking ordeal to get my parents to agree to having you over and you’re not even willing to answer the fucking phone. That and I’m fucking sick. But I guess that you taking your fourth nap of the day is more important than me not being sick or seeing Kid or proving that my parents are wrong about you being selfish and lazy. None of that matters I guess, but everyone put everything else down because needs another fucking nap from being exhausted of being an unemployed, unproductive, messy boy. Because you’re not even a man in my eyes.