Teenage dementia

Have you ever noticed that a teenage boy can sniff pussy at four hundred feet, against the wind, but can't smell the dead food that he left in his bedroom from last Christmas?

He expects to be fed, yet can't bring himself to wash the dishes in the dishwasher.

He expects you to give him a ride thirty miles one way, just to wait over an hour while he schmoozes some ungrateful female of the species, then turn around and drive him back home.

Feed him, give him cloths, pay for those expensive shoes that he just Has to have, just to have him tell you that you are a bad parent because you failed to make it to the one football game that he actually got to make one play in.

When raising children, don't expect gratitude. Expect just what you get. Then when they grow up and have kids of their own, guilt trip then like hell and rub their faces in it. Make 'em grovel when they need a baby sitter, make 'em beg for money, and make 'em earn the things they get.

You can't win, but its fun to watch 'em squirm.