The Art of Mooching

I have recently been accused of being a Moocher.  This insult has sent me into a state of deep depression.  Just because my parents pay for mostly everything doesn't make me a moocher.  Actually it kinda does, but I don't mind.  I get to go places for free, drive for free, eat for free, and get random things for free as long as I stay on my parents good side.  Not just any slouch can be a state of the art moocher, it takes a great amount of mooching skill.  First of all you have to make sure you do all of your chores (if they are not done momma gets mad).  Secondly its not all bells and whistles, I have to bring my little brother to and home from school thats a big hastle.  I also have to report all trouble with my car to my daddy who then relays the message to my uncle (since my dads terrible with cars).  Some of the trouble may be like just last weekend my drivers side door doesn't unlock anymore and to open it you have to put some real power into it and still sometimes doesn't even open, so you crawl across the car from the passangers side to get in (so if you see me in the parking lot crawling throught the car don't point and laugh it is a rough world for moochers).  So there you have it from a world class moocher, the art of mooching isn't for the faint hearted or weak stomached its a battle out there everyday.