Momther @[email protected]

I was so entitled that I got to eat the occasional mayo sandwich maybe some fish sticks and if I was really lucky peanut butter and cheerios. My abusive drunkard stepdad of more than a decade never provided lunch money either. Got growth stunted and remained an androgynous twig until I dropped out of school and abruptly left home. Became homeless somewhere in there. Dumpster dove to feed myself (fucked up part is actually miss that activity).

Now I own and operate my own company growing meat, yet still live a lifestyle so frugal that my friends cannot understand how it's possible. No debt, gold and silver, successful business, had a house handed to me much later, and I'm still basically broke so I can only imagine what others from my generation are going through.

I'm way too Irish to suffer repeated exposure to boomers without bursting a blood vessel and wanting to fly into a murderous rage. There is no meaningful conversation or debate worth having with the boomer. The boomer will lie, he will cheat, and he will steal. He is simultaneously better off than you and suffering worse than you, whichever serves him in that moment.

Kill olds.

gen z boss as my rape slave
gen z boss as my rape slave
gen z boss as my rape slave

I wish I were very smol, like a marketable plushie

Then I could have my desire for gobbo and my desire for BIG WOMAN satisfied at once