Have you ever sat in a vehicle?
While it's molten lava under the wheels, with no sign of an oasis?
And, with both of your parents?

The thought of pulling your hair out is only a stagnant relief for a few seconds before the route change.

ER or Mental Hospital?

Both of them asking about who you've been dating? What work is like? Saving money? How's you retirement savings plan coming up? You better take care of us when were old!

I can't think of worse ways to get anyone to crack.

Do they do this to interrogate ****** suspects? Because a lot more murders would be solved.

But when stories of you sick, young, crying over the toilet come up you feel like an *******.
They take care of you, they love you.

But let's just hope mom knows how to take care of you after you fling your maddening body out into the smouldering roadside.

Hopefully you wear something flammable.