I don't live with mommy - that's your boyfriend, Emo, that lives with his mom. Does she cut the crusts off your sammiches too when you go over to Emo's to play?

And your mommy does pretty much whatever I ask or tell her to do. Crusts on sammiches ain't the half of it, believe me.

Nobody believes this fairy tale you're telling except you and Emo. We're all watching you two struggle, trying to fit in and not look retarded, but failing miserably.

I think I'll make you dance all day today - or at least until I get bored and decide it's time to start getting buzzed up before the ball game.

lol