Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Why do you even buy soda?
Pretty normal thing to have on hand for young adult guests.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Why do you even buy soda?
Pretty normal thing to have on hand for young adult guests.
Not six gallons of it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Why do you even buy soda?
Pretty normal thing to have on hand for young adult guests.
Anonymous wrote:Why do you even buy soda?
Anonymous wrote:Is anyone else curious what the cousins are doing for 12 hours while consuming so much food? Are they watching sports, video games, or what?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Are they all obese?
2/3
One is about 400lbs. One is about 280lbs if I had to guess.
Good lord! Yes, that is obese. Stop enabling them with all that junk food. Serve a normal meal. 48 cans of soda????????
They eat until all the food is gone. It's so weird.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I find it funny people are trying to attack OP's "adult" children. Why is that?
Take the air quotes away honey, because 18 and 20 are adults. When I was 18, I was working and earning my own money and paying for my own entertainment and food. Her adult offspring are no better than the older moochers, yet she seems to think her offspring = great and the other adults in the equation = awful.
You sound jealous.
Jealous of 400-pound, soda-guzzling losers who hang out with their teen cousins and middle-aged aunt all the time?
Jealous you had to earn your own way.
What, like an adult?
I didn't have to. I would have been welcome at my parents' house, provided I had at least a part-time job in the summer. But working part-time at The Limited wasn't going to get me a job as a journalist at a major newspaper; my experience and internships in newspapers absolutely did.
See how that works?
See how what works? You sound unhappy. Maybe take a vacation honey. Working so hard has hardened you.
I have had a luxurious life. Worst 3 million at 44 and never worked FT in my entire life. I win.
So, you were either born into it, or married into it. If the former - congratulations? If the later - you do work for it. If you think really hard, you'll be able to conjure up the name of your profession. Hint - it's old. Some would say the world's oldest.
Investing is what it's called. Some people do it better than others. Real estate. Hint: I bought in the mid 90's.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I find it funny people are trying to attack OP's "adult" children. Why is that?
Take the air quotes away honey, because 18 and 20 are adults. When I was 18, I was working and earning my own money and paying for my own entertainment and food. Her adult offspring are no better than the older moochers, yet she seems to think her offspring = great and the other adults in the equation = awful.
You sound jealous.
Jealous of 400-pound, soda-guzzling losers who hang out with their teen cousins and middle-aged aunt all the time?
Jealous you had to earn your own way.
What, like an adult?
I didn't have to. I would have been welcome at my parents' house, provided I had at least a part-time job in the summer. But working part-time at The Limited wasn't going to get me a job as a journalist at a major newspaper; my experience and internships in newspapers absolutely did.
See how that works?
Anonymous wrote:
You want them to like you, so you’re hastening their premature deaths from the consequences of their obesity.
Short term versus long term.
Got it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I find it funny people are trying to attack OP's "adult" children. Why is that?
Take the air quotes away honey, because 18 and 20 are adults. When I was 18, I was working and earning my own money and paying for my own entertainment and food. Her adult offspring are no better than the older moochers, yet she seems to think her offspring = great and the other adults in the equation = awful.
You sound jealous.
Jealous of 400-pound, soda-guzzling losers who hang out with their teen cousins and middle-aged aunt all the time?
Jealous you had to earn your own way.
What, like an adult?
I didn't have to. I would have been welcome at my parents' house, provided I had at least a part-time job in the summer. But working part-time at The Limited wasn't going to get me a job as a journalist at a major newspaper; my experience and internships in newspapers absolutely did.
See how that works?
See how what works? You sound unhappy. Maybe take a vacation honey. Working so hard has hardened you.
I have had a luxurious life. Worst 3 million at 44 and never worked FT in my entire life. I win.
So, you were either born into it, or married into it. If the former - congratulations? If the later - you do work for it. If you think really hard, you'll be able to conjure up the name of your profession. Hint - it's old. Some would say the world's oldest.