After cleaning the floor of your bedroom after not being able to see it for 2 months, I discover that there are dots of pink hair dye all over the place.
You are my bank and between the time that my new debit card becomes activated and when you deactivated my old card, you WILL NOT LET ME HAVE ACCESS TO ANY OF MY MONEY.
I am your mother and you say to me: "Get out of my grill!"
You use the new seasoned citizens buzzword that is going around, which Waist High had never heard of. I think you said that you are in the "sandwich generation."
About one hour after I finally tell you about the existence of this site at which I use your significant other as a 'not nice feature' that you call me and tell me you just ran into someone that "graduated the year before us from Waste High."
