Oh, look, once again it's the genius that somehow graduated college and yet still cannot distinguish between worse and worst, which is third grade. Sad!
Someone sounds bitter they got rejected over there.
Your mom doesn’t mind the rug burns in the back of the town and country…but hate to break it to you…those aren’t ranch stains on the third row…now be a good lil’ bish and go make your new step-dad a sandwich.