I'll Clean Your Pants Right Now, O My God!

i had to wait six long weeks from the time that i turned 18 until i graduated high school and i could move out of my mamm's house. When i call my mam she yells, oh my god, ehac youp right now. And i can't be mad, because i give her six months of reasons to justify that response. Tot alda yo might have a istli f blood first leeve all me isinga snugging up t his boon. E nos. The second like the first week end, i was better. I snuck out, went partying, came up at five a m my mamma immediately grounded me. Even though i kept on