parental question!!!!!
 

i know parents care and i know they mean well and all, but why do they always hound you???????? i never have a minute to myself! i can never do anything bymyself!

oh and my brother is 14 and he is always on my back!! and if i dont do what he wants its "eh- im telling dad!!!!"

sometimes i just want to take their faces and slam them into a steel wall!!!!!!!!!!:mad: growing up with two pig headed men is crap!!!!!!!! stupid sexist bastards! :mad:

Well the solution is simple






































Parents are assholes ;)

Fixed.

thanx! i never knew!:rolleyes: wheres MD when you need advise!?:D but HB you are very right and wrong at the some time! dont get me wrong i love my dad and all but theres so much i can take!

I get along great with my parents. But then again, i own my own house and have a job, so there isnt shit they can tell me to do :)


Parents butt into your business for one of 2 reasons:

They are control freaks

They love you and want to be involved in your life.

It is very hard to tell the difference.

How old are you george?

What kind of stuff are you restricted on?

im fourhundred and seventynine years old! eh- no im 16, and currently not grounded from anything, but i dont know how long it'll last.

That works too. And as for your brother just give him a shitbunch of Nyquil and he will sleep like a baby

My sister used to pick on me mercilessly because i was the youngest of the 2 of us by 2 years. i was smaller than her until i was a sophomore in high school. She was badgering me one night while the family was watching tv, and i told her if she didnt leave me the hell alone, i was going to punch her, even with both our parents right there.

She kept it up, and i punched her hard enough to know her over on the floor. she looked at my parents, and they jst shrugge dand said "He warned you, now quit bothering your brother" :)

Ha! Reminds me of the fights I used to have with my sister.

Except it wasn't really a fight. More of a slaughter. She used to badger me incessantly. She was the conversation that never ends. I used to tell her to shut up and leave me alone all time, like 10 times in a row. When she didn't listen, I beat the piss out of her. Not that it made a difference.

Eventually, I only gave her one warning and then it was time to get beat down. She learned, over a LONG period of time, that it wasn't a good idea to fuck with me. That was after 2 broken bones.