These answers SHOULD come natural to you, so no need to fear of being ill prepared . If you need to ask, your real problem is probably you are afraid you will pass on the moronicness of your own parents on to your child.
Some people crack under the pressures and become neurotic by bad experiences in life. Some are just insane.
Some are impaired by other misfortunes as disease or malnutrition.
If there are no GOOD explanation your parents were dweebs, you probaly are a dweeb yourself, who should not have children.
In any case, could someone please post this stupid poem to the Liturgy Facebook, as I have been blocked there from :
Pass me the unholy cup of jenkem,
let the sombrelain fluids flow into our innumerable mouths,
a thousand fags stand ready, to absorb the brown, the fair trade organically fermented, out of the Brooklyn gutters of recylcling.
The sulperic cloud blackens the sky,
The faggots huffing the ammonia gass, exhillarate the LGBT hipster horde,
Methane covers the earth as the gate to hell is unzealed.
Unholy fumes of jenkems transgress into the heavens, the most exiliarating sombrelain fluid sprays into the face of God, unholy black metal hipsters spray while chanting the burst beat from the hole whence the unholy shamanic remedy comth.
Dark Brooklyn pavement, under the glooming sky, here the skull of hipsters compost, crushed to our lord deligth, composting in the abdomen of Satan, to be sprayed out in our bottle, we drink jenkem at full moon, and deligth in the somberlain fluid. Vobiscum jenkem!
Ohh, brown lord of of the depths, spray thine brown gass of tranquil exhilarating into our face, open thine hole from where our most exilarating shamanic remedy comth, organically fermented fair trade, from the gutter of the Brooklyn alley, the unholy liquid flows into our mouth, the unholy exhiliarating secretion of Belzebub.
The brown abyss opens, like, the burst beat sprays brown darkness, like, huffing to trancend, like, jenkem lord of the depts, fair trade demon of ancient positivity,like, to huff the jenk, jenk on the bottle which trancends the haptic, like, void.
Jenking to trancend. Huffing the brown gass, it's the positive spiritual exhilaration transcendense of the burst beat. Bursting the brown beats from the balloon, ammonia dreams of transcendense.
Raping thousand virgins, vacuum cleaner, milking them of the brown exhiliarating fluid, to feed the sludge of our lord, the dark eternal, our lord of the anaerobic compostation of the exhiliarating fluid, hipster lord of sanguine wisdom, lord of the exhiliarating fluid which is consumed as our dark lord Belzebub sprays the unholy sulpheric gass into our abdomen.
Open thy inumerable mouths, rapping in indie tones under the thundering sky. Show thy manifold celestial beings of innumerable forms, ohh, jenkem master of the brown ring. "I stand before thee, I don't belive in gender differences, we are all just fags, though I still want to rape your daugther." Hipster master supreme !
Raping hords transcends from the mountain of the haptic void, ever rapping out of manifold mouths
Feministic hordes approach, humanistic apocalypse comes near, affirmative trancendens opens up the gates to hell, come near, dark lord, send forth thine beast, send forth the raping beast over our hipster horde.
Raping to trancend, the jenkem rap chants the signal for the war : Total affirmation, revel in positivity, send forth thine demons, let them feast upon these hordes we lay out for thine mercy, rape rape rape, milk the brown exhiliarating fluid from the virgin corpse.