” It’s my money son. You don’t spend it well, I don’t give it.”
You brought it up, we can comment on it.
If that puts your nose out of joint and bunches up your panties, well sugar britches, that’s too darn bad.
So, keep an king about it, we’ll keep commenting on the quality of your whine.
Want some cheese?
How about a waaaaaambulance?
Have a good evening, whiner.
And you are still short of money.
As I said, guilting and intimidating isn’t going to help your bottom line, you need to build that church and preach from that pulpit.
That’s called check and mate. I promise to turn out the lights when I leave.