Relationship problem puts my Buster Sword in a pickle

Saix, we should get drunk on Saturday so we can forget our worries, and you can forget those painful moments of your life.
 
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This is really giving me the horn. :monster:


Down boy!
 
THAT'S NOT FUNNY! I JUST MADE A TYPO! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! I'M RICH!
 
So here's the problem guys.
I'm a single mother living in Italy, my son lives is some place called Wales, now I know that you've never heard of it, but that's irrelevant.
I raised him by myself, after his father ran off with some man he meet doing something stereotypically Italian. So I tried my best to raise him myself, I had to be quite rough at times, because as a child he just stared at woman as we walked along the street, so when we got home I used to beat him with a stick.
Now, he's a good boy, but very stupid, he can't even choose what clothes to wear when he gets up, so I've grown used to choosing everything for him. So when he was 18 he got into one little fight and I said to him, you're moving to a welsh town called Cardiff. He complained, so I threw his head in the oven.
You remember how I said he couldn't choose anything correctly? So upon his leaving I found a nice Italian girl for him to begin courting. I thought this was all going well until this morning I get a letter from him saying that he's inlove with some other girl. Her name begins with an S and he wants to have sex with her.
This is all very dissapointing, as I chose a girl for him, but he's ignored her. What's even worse is that I want to be the Jocasta to his Oedipus if you know what I mean.
 
So here's the problem guys.
I'm a single mother living in Italy, my son lives is some place called Wales, now I know that you've never heard of it, but that's irrelevant.
I raised him by myself, after his father ran off with some man he meet doing something stereotypically Italian. So I tried my best to raise him myself, I had to be quite rough at times, because as a child he just stared at woman as we walked along the street, so when we got home I used to beat him with a stick.
Now, he's a good boy, but very stupid, he can't even choose what clothes to wear when he gets up, so I've grown used to choosing everything for him. So when he was 18 he got into one little fight and I said to him, you're moving to a welsh town called Cardiff. He complained, so I threw his head in the oven.
You remember how I said he couldn't choose anything correctly? So upon his leaving I found a nice Italian girl for him to begin courting. I thought this was all going well until this morning I get a letter from him saying that he's inlove with some other girl. Her name begins with an S and he wants to have sex with her.
This is all very dissapointing, as I chose a girl for him, but he's ignored her. What's even worse is that I want to be the Jocasta to his Oedipus if you know what I mean.

ohmai so tragic!
*insert dramatic music here*
D:
 
So here's the problem guys.
I'm a single mother living in Italy, my son lives is some place called Wales, now I know that you've never heard of it, but that's irrelevant.
I raised him by myself, after his father ran off with some man he meet doing something stereotypically Italian. So I tried my best to raise him myself, I had to be quite rough at times, because as a child he just stared at woman as we walked along the street, so when we got home I used to beat him with a stick.
Now, he's a good boy, but very stupid, he can't even choose what clothes to wear when he gets up, so I've grown used to choosing everything for him. So when he was 18 he got into one little fight and I said to him, you're moving to a welsh town called Cardiff. He complained, so I threw his head in the oven.
You remember how I said he couldn't choose anything correctly? So upon his leaving I found a nice Italian girl for him to begin courting. I thought this was all going well until this morning I get a letter from him saying that he's inlove with some other girl. Her name begins with an S and he wants to have sex with her.
This is all very dissapointing, as I chose a girl for him, but he's ignored her. What's even worse is that I want to be the Jocasta to his Oedipus if you know what I mean.

You shouldn't fuck your son, it's not cool.
 
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