Mother (late 30s to mid 40s): "I think we should go to Bonefish tonight for dinner."
Daughter (16ish): "Uh, no."
Mother: "Where do you want to go?"
Daughter: "I don't want to go to Bonefish. Why not (not able to hear what she said.) ?
Mother: "Becasue I don't want to go there. I don't like the food there."
Daughter: "Why not?"
Mother: "Because I don't."
Daughter: "Why?"
Mother: "I just don't."
Daughter: "Why?"
Mother: "I don't have to give you an answer. Just because is good enough."
(30 seconds pass.)
Daughter: "I asked you a fucking question."
Mother (quietly) :"Watch your mouth."
Daughter: (sighs) "Are we going shopping for my car now or not?"
Mother: "Just let me finish my cappucino."
Daughter: (under her breath) "Jesus Christ."
Taylor: (looks at mother and gives disapproving stare, looks back to his laptop and shakes his head. Mother quickly finishes her drink and leaves with said bitch daughter.)
Yeah, I weep for the youth of this nation.
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Thursday, January 3, 2008
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