No, I did not buy tools in 1993. Yes, my dad did. Yes, he shares my name. No, neither I nor my mother are lying, so for you to get hateful with her when she tries to explain everything to you is NOT cool. Burn in Hell, bitch. I didn't buy any god damn tools in 1993. I was TEN FUCKING YEARS OLD in 1993. STOP FUCKING CALLING ME, YOU FAT UGLY COW WHO'S HUSBAND (or lesbian partner) WON'T FUCKING TOUCH YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A CUNT!
PS. How do I punish my mother for giving me his fucking name? :|