yeah, my parents yell at me to get a job because they don't want a jobless pot-smoking high school dropout living under their roof, not lifting a finger for himself. no son of theirs is going to end up a long-haired hippy who spends his days peddling (?) at gas stations for quarters and trying to get his crappy band off the ground, living in their basement until he's 45.
Hey now, my schedule is busy.
One the weekdays I wake up at 6:40 to attendo school at 7:25.
Then I get home from school around 3:00pm.
Then I pretty much do work until 9-10pm.
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