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Why Aren’t My Parents Paying for Me?
Millennial Problem
Being an adult is hard. There’s so much to worry about.
Work. Bills. Taking vitamins. Working out what the fuck’s for dinner. Trying not to murder people. Syphilis.
And it gets even harder when your parents decide they aren’t paying for you anymore.
As if they have that right.
Yesterday, my parents stopped by to visit my daughter and make passive-aggressive comments about the contents of my refrigerator.
It’s nice that they live close enough to drop by regularly. So nice, I’m getting blinds.
Since it was warm and sunny, we decided we would go out to a nearby park and petting zoo.
When we arrived, we approached the ticket booth at the entrance to the petting zoo. The ticket master tit announced that the price would be £24.
£24 for me to feed your fucking goat? Can I just buy the goat for that?
I sighed and turned to my dad.
He just stood there, looking at the sign.
Confusion filled my brain.
I turned to my mum. She was rubbing a gallon of sunscreen into my daughter’s earlobes.
