So my dad turned the circuit off that power supplies my gaming PC in my room. Essentially, my dad said I needed to do some chores in order to play. I had to mow the lawn, so I took the mower of my room and mowed the lawn. Yes, my room is the garage. My dad wont let me live inside until I get a “real job” and be a “man”. I am holding out for a management position right now. In the meantime I do logistics and supply chain at the local food lion. Some call it a cart attendant but I feel that under sells how important the role is. Anyways, he doesn’t think thats a real job. So last night I was supposed to take part in an online Pokemon card tournament. Btw I am ranked top 3 Pokemon Trainer in the a Southeast. Things were going well and I was dominating the arena until my dad came in around 2am. He likes to drink adult soda and I think the sugar makes him looney after he has too many. He came storming in talking about how his high school nick name was third leg greg and that he wanted to slap box me. He likes to slap box me. I said no until he slapped me on the back of my neck 3 times. I stood up to defend myself and he slapped me so hard I flew back and knocked my monitor off the tool bench. I obviously lost the tournament because of this. He then called me a baby back bitch and went inside where he peed in the dishwasher and went to bed on the couch. I hate him.

Get him to download infantry. A few sbs vs big bird on ks10 will bring him back to reality

Whether this is true or not, I'd hang out with him.

Sounds like an old copypasta

Least your dad didn't beat the shit out of you with jumper cables

You are an old copy and paste

Don't listen to Rev, he's the real baby back bitch.

None of you know what Poske has to endure on the daily. He often needs to hide from TLG under his cot to talk to us on discord.