Sorry to get off the lovely topic of Raul sex for a moment, but d'you know what REALLY annoys me about parents? They always think they understand you. For example, a little while ago in the car, my dad was talking to me about the fight we had last night, and he said "I know sometime you hate your parents. When I was little, I wished a hundred times a day I could kill my parents. I plotted ways to kill them. I understand that you are angry with me." Um, hello? I really didn't need to know that you wanted to kill my grandparents. And I don't want to kill you. Geez. He always thinks he knows what I'm thinking. YOU DON'T.
*end rant*
Thank you.
"Blow out the candles, Robert, and make a wish. Want something. Want something."
Wishes come true, not free.