Mama-jama: "When you're using their internet, be sure not to go anyplace... that would... be problems for them."
Me-san: "Thank you for the insult to my self-restrait but I will be able to control my insatiable adolescent lust for porn."
M: "I didn't mean that..."
Me: "(facial expression)"
M: "Gamefags? It says so right in the address bar!"
Me: "GAME F-A-QS! As in frequently asked questions!"
M: "Oh."
Me: "I HAVE TO CALL EVERYONE I KNOW!"

The owner of the house I'm sitting felt a need to remind me as well. I suppose I should be grateful, at least this means I've hid it well for the past 5 years. Still... come on, there's no need to remind me. Besides, this house is so wholesome I think I'll refrain from calling Big D a "bitch" over the phone. I feel dirty just wanting to bone the eye candy relative they have a picture of above the TV. (The lookers are always either Christian or boring.)

So I had the grandest of epiphanies tonight. All I need to be happy is not to worry about money. I can take care of the rest. Shit, bitch. Who'd figgure it'd be this simple? Poetic justice.