Last night I struggled through the snow to keep the spongers my children in booze. Most of them and their hangers-on's fiancées, husbands, etc, left before I could shame them into contributing to FE’s retirement fund.
However the hard core rump were perturbed that the wine lake was empty. Ok, being a stupid generous father, I braved the elements and visited the local wine vendor to stock up for these parasites family members.
What have they done this evening? Left the wine to die of old age and hit the Vodka, Rum, and whisky.
I despair.
Moral of the story: Have a vasectomy at the age of about ten.
