I hate you, mother, for keeping a d**** in broad daylight for me to see.
I am addicted to using a d**** and use it whenever no one is home.
I hate you, mother, for not finding out, and if you do know, for not confronting me about it or throwing it out.
It also made me addicted to p***, which I am fortunately growing out of.
I hate you, mother, because if I would have never seen that, I would have never done something like that.