Honesty May Be The Best

Language Always Gives You Away.

The Older I Got, The More Apparent It Became That My Mother Was Losing Control Over Me. She Fought Back Fiercely With Black Moods, Silent Treatments And Martyrdom. And, Of Course, All She Did Was Run My Ass Out Of The House Even Quicker. The Pressure Was Unbearable.

Mother's Milk Leads To Everything.

May The Forces Of Evil Become Confused On The Way To Your House.

The Straightest Line Between A Straight Distance Is Two Points.