I have everything that I wanted as a teenager, only 70 years later.
I don’t have to go to school or work.
I [do NOT] get an allowance every month; I still have to work for consideration.
I do have my own pad.
I don’t have a curfew.
I have a driver’s license (if I need one) a car, and a truck.
I have ID that gets me into bars and the whisky store.
The people I hang around with are not scared of getting their friend pregnant.
And I don’t have acne.
Life is great.
You forgot one.
I smoke weed and get fked up all day.
Now if I can just find my keys.
🙂
lol