Wait until it's dark, then raid that place like it's fucking Normandy. That's what I would do, anyways. I am a little high though..
JohnnyZ Reviewed by JohnnyZ on . My dog I moved out of my parents' house about a month ago, with my boyfriend under rather chaotic circumstances; my mom has severe control and anger issues, and my father was always her enabler. I told my mom the only reason I'd stay is if we got a neutral third-party counselor to work out the obvious issues between us- she's a nurse, so I'd figured she'd at least see that was reasonable. She refused, so I moved out. My dog, Benson, is at the house. He is more than my dog, he is my brother. I have Rating: 5