I'm a burden to the state, not my family, and if the state don't like it, well then I guess they can suck my fat, hairy balls. That's what they get for putting flouride in the water. All the money that is spent on continuing my existence is welfare money, ergo, my money, and my mother damn well knows it.
All I do is occupy one single room in the house, a room for which my parent readily admits she has no other use for. Apart from that I will occasionally venture down to have a shit or dip my hand in the fridge. I never go in the living room because television is fucking garbage, so apart from the odd mug or plate there's practically no proof of my living there. The only tangible effects my life has on hers is that she must go out out once a week to buy food for me - which she must also do for herself anyway - and that she cooks dinner for me. And by "she cooks dinner for me" I mean the oven cooks dinner for me. She just spends approximately 20 seconds putting it in then putting it on a plate. I made it perfectly clear that I don't fall for any feminist, whining bullshit. Aww, is it difficult spending one hour a week cleaning the house? Oh well, just don't bother, I never leave my room anyway.
I can't believe the shit you people take from your family. I put mine in their place the second they started up with any crap. What, she seriously thinks I'm going to bust my ass spending hundreds of pounds a month on something I already have (a place to live)?! Uh, fucking why? Why don't I just buy a knife with no blade and a bike with no wheels while I'm at it? Luckily my mother isn't a stupid cunt like some of yours seem to be and is actually able to see sense. HA HA HA HA!