*joins in the hugging* I'm really that things turned out that way for you, Quickie.
Unfortunately, I have some [parasitic bomb] I'm dealing with as well.
[spoiler]So a few days ago, I had to put up with my mom bitching about how my pig of twin brother is never being arsed to man the [tornado fang] up and clean his damn room (my mom has been bitching about this sort of thing for a long time now and frankly I'm sick of hearing it), only to find out a gun under the bed. A shotgun to be exact. I have no idea what the [tornado fang] by brother is thinking in bringing that into the house, but I don't want to know. All I want to know is how to get rid off it before my dad comes back from Ecuador. I don't care if I have to chuck over a fence, bury it away, or call the cops: I just want it out of the house before someone gets hurt. At times like this, why can't my parents just have the common sense to kick my brother out of the house without any fucks given.[/spoiler]