My parents don't get me. I'm alone in the world. No one feels pain like I do. My little brother always makes me mad. Why do I feel this way?
It's called puberty, son.
But I'm 47.
Oh. Well then... like a teenager, you should either stop acting like a little bitch or shut the fuck up and kill yourself. Either way I'm going to go fart on a whisker biscuit.