You see, my uncle organized this party with 80’s music and stuff, and for the first five minutes it sounded like a good idea, but then my bro and I realized that it’s gonna be mostly 40-60 year olds and decided to stay home. I think we had mentioned it but Dad is mad because “we have a lack of communication with him.”
Oh, Dad… if we never communicate with you is because speaking to you is like playing with a live grenade. We never know when we might end up hurt, and you will most likely blame it on us. I can’t speak for my brother, but I keep so much pent up inside because I’m just terrified of you.