Moi : tis the season to be jolly...fa.la.la.la.la....la.la.la.la Pops: grow up (shut up i know your dirty secret) ***bleep*** ( i wanna run away from home, you abusive chauvinist pig) Ma: get a job, go back to school, lose some weight (get some sleep, u r too tired, once pops gets his papers, everything will be easy) Bhai: wazzaaaaaa ? i met this new chic. i got a new gear. look at me, i am so fly (nigga u on drugs again?) Him: happy anniversary my love...soccer....soccer....soccer....blah...blah (where is the damn time machine when u need it ? )