I think it's some type of Southern Baptist/baby boomer thing going on. The situation goes:
You (as a child) spill a drink on the floor at that moment, it's stressed that you pick up that at that moment.
Your mom spills a drink on the floor Tuesday, she doesn't pick up until next Thursday.
It's twisted. It's like that...because, I don't know...I think it's because of what I said when I started this post. I'm starting to feel like "Parents Just Don't Understand". I mean, I understand all the religion, religion...but I'm saying "Treat Them Like They Want To Be Treated". You remember that jam! I do.
But I don't like the way that is. I just don't.
SOMEBODY STOP ME! (YES, The Mask!)
LeAndre
You (as a child) spill a drink on the floor at that moment, it's stressed that you pick up that at that moment.
Your mom spills a drink on the floor Tuesday, she doesn't pick up until next Thursday.
It's twisted. It's like that...because, I don't know...I think it's because of what I said when I started this post. I'm starting to feel like "Parents Just Don't Understand". I mean, I understand all the religion, religion...but I'm saying "Treat Them Like They Want To Be Treated". You remember that jam! I do.
But I don't like the way that is. I just don't.
SOMEBODY STOP ME! (YES, The Mask!)
LeAndre
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