BYO... N! Or.... S? Or... shit, nevermind, just go to class.
I'm not sure when exactly I lost track of what the hell is acceptable behavior in this house, but last night Randy watched
24. And he didn't just
watch it, he motherfucking
recorded it. I was afraid the DVR might explode with horrified disdain.
I grabbed my laptop and made a break for The Office. "We have unspoken rules!" I yelled, marching down the hall. "We
don't wake up and decide to give black tar heroin a try, we
don't let the kids drop out of college, and we
DON'T give
Kiefer Sutherland a fucking
FOOTHOLD!"
"Hey!" he yelled back. "Come back! Jack's screaming into his cell phone! I think he's about to reposition the satellites!"
I'm trying to decide if I should talk the kids out of taking their finals and then throw a giant heroin party. Just to make a point.
