You should see Christmas.

Normal families have traditions.. carols, that egg and liquor drink that I hate, tree decorating, stringing fucking popcorn or some shit. Whatever kind of gay shit upper middle class suburban folk do.

Not mine. We play poker. And take shots. When it's just my mom, brother, and stepdad, and we don't have to pretend we love Jesus... our mealtime prayer consists of:


AMEN BROTHER BEN
SHOT A ROOSTER
KILLED A HEN
HEN DIED
ROOSTER CRIED
BEN COMMITTED SUICIDE

LET'S EAT.