My dear boy, first of all haven't you ever heard:
STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT NAMES WILL NEVER HURT ME.
I'm not calling you anything other than what you are, you
are a spoiled brat. If you had a job and you were paying for your own way, hey, more power to you. No, your parents are probably half killing themselves and undoubtedly denying luxuries for THEMSELVES, to put your essentially useless ass through college when you should have had to take out a loan and pay for room and board by working. And you are totally comfortable with sucking off them, and bragging on the internet about it, which makes you an utter parasite (damn I wish I knew their phone number).
So you'd bop me one, huh?
I do so love to be threatened by little boys who are almost three years younger than my oldest son ... trust me on this, turdbird, old age and treachery will
always overcome youth and skill (I was beating the shit out of guys long before you were a twinkle in your father's eye, so to speak).