Reason Not To Live With Your Parents: #5

In case you thought I had peacefully settled into life with my parents, making peace with my mid-twenties cliche mediocrity, think again.

Last night my dad, I shit thou not, yelled at me:
 

That's it! No TV for a week!

That's right. My dad, who, fyi, is going out of town for a week tomorrow, tried to "revoke" my tv "privileges."

My logic capacities firing at full, and my dependency on television negligible, I mustered a fairly accurate/hilarious/infuriating response.

"I'm sorry - did we fall into a hole in the fabric of time? Is this the 90s? You don't get to do that anymore."

Zing.
I.
Win.


Oh, if your curious as to what spurred such ludicrous paternal posturing, I had been taking a nap on the couch and when my dad came home from the cabin and decided to turn NFL Football on at a deafening volume. I groggily mumbled "Well that wasn't very considerate..." oh no I didn't. NO TV FOR A WEEK.

If I start making more than 1'500$ a month, be it by stroke of luck, good old fashioned hard work or satanic pact, I will totally move out.