Female Training

Mom, come on.

Isn't this your job?

God, that son of a bitch.

He's such a lazy little bastard.

He's so lazy.

Can you like help me wash all these fucking dishes?

Your brother is just leaving everywhere.

Are you kidding me?

Again?

Again, yeah.

Lazy son of a bitch.

Can't clean his own fucking dishes.

I don't understand what the problem is and why he can't do this.

God, I'm sick of this.

This is what it's like.

I want my hands to constantly just frowning on him.

I gotta think of something because this is just getting ridiculous.

He's sitting on that fucking couch watching TV

and eating.

Can't pick up any plates, any cups, anywhere.

He leaves them all over the freaking house.

He doesn't even start doing his own dishes.

I don't want to do these anymore.

It's not fair, Mom.

I know, it's not.

You know what?

Help me think of a really tedious food punishment.

I think I'm going to have to kick his ass out.

This is ridiculous.

Because Alex is just going to have to go.

Oh, God, there's so many dishes.

I know, right?

I was quick to complain.

Shut up, Aiden.

If you weren't so damn lazy, maybe we wouldn't be complaining so damn much.

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