I'm finally moving out of my mom's house. After 18 years of Southern Baptist parenting I finally found a place to stay.
Don't get me wrong, I love my mom, but the constant lectures on how smoking pot and drinking under age will send me to hell are getting old.
Now I can smoke without the fear of getting a drug test, and I can drink whenever I want since I will be living with my 23 year old step cousin.
Praise the lord...oops I mean Hail Satan.