Hey SS17, you think you can walk all over your mom and dad? Well, you're right. You can. They let you get away with sloth, disrespect, poor grades, smoking weed and drinking. You think I will put up with your bullshit? Ummm...HALE no.

Your mom wants to ship your ass over to my house this summer. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh. My. God. Can you even imagine how horrible I will make that for you? Can you see yourself following my rules, doing chores, saying yes ma'am, no ma'am, thank you and please? Will you pass your random drug tests? Umm...no, no, no, no, no and HALE no.

You won't have your car so you'll be dependent on ME to take you anywhere. And when you say nicely, "Um dear weekend widow, will you please kindly drive me to xyz?" I will attempt to control my laughter, look you in your beady little eyes, and say "Oh HALE no".

So you little snot nose, entitled, man-child - good luck. I'll be sending you a case of chapstick. If you move in over the summer (OH HALE NO) you're going to be kissing my ass all day, everyday and you're going to need it.