Another family dinner:
Mom-what university are you gonna go too? Trent right?
Me-I dunno yet.
Dad-go somewhere close.
Me-I kinda wanna get out the house live in rez.
*Me and Dad attempt to have mature discussion*
Mom-Trent trent trent trent trent trent trent....
*Me and Dad give up trying to talk*
Mom-*blathering on about why i should go to trent*
Me-Maybe i'll go somewhere out of province!
Mom-I curse you! When I die i'll haunt you! I'm gonna be a dopleganger!!
Me-
Mom-*continues on about curses*
Kill me please, anyone?