so your story is
that your parents are smarter than you and saw through the advertising, the so neatly caught you in its magic tendrils and devoured you financial assets and left you like a new labor supporter after the smoke and mirrors have been removed.

so in summary having never met or known your parents i can confirm that they are
A) smarter than you
B) possibly the top of your particular gene pool
C) pissing them selfs laughing that you bought what they could plainly see to be complete and utter tat
i rest my case
;-}
( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Sun 2 Oct 2011, 20:33, 1 reply)

And perhaps crying at how their boy turned out.
My childhood heartfelt pleas for a soda stream fell on deaf ears.

Why, well into my thirties, I felt my life needed a source of messy, labour intensive not great tasting fizzy pop I couldn't tell you. It now lives in the least accessible kitchen cupboard next to the pasta machine.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Sun 2 Oct 2011, 21:06, closed)