(In process)
Me: "Dad, what kind of beer would you like?"
Dad: "Do you have vodka?"
Mom (to me): "I work with criminals and cops and you swear more than any of them."
Dad: "Do you have bread?"
Me: "No."
Dad: "Do you have chips?"
Me: "No."
Dad: "Do you have popcorn?"
Me: "NO!"
Dad (irritated): "What the hell did you have planned for us to eat this weekend?"
Me: "I don't fucking know! I don't know what normal people eat anymore. I eat sardines and egg whites for fucks sake. Tell me what the fuck you want to eat and I'll buy the god damn groceries and make it. Just get it the hell out of my house by Saturday because I can't eat that garbage when you leave!"
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