Me: *walk walk walk. Minding my own business. Walk walk-SQUISH*
Me: Wah! Dog poo! GODDAMMIT!!
Steve Sr: Ha hahahahahahhaa.
Me: This is NOT FUNNY. You and your damn dogs. GODDAMMIT!!!!
Steve Sr: Hahahahahaa. I do it every day. They should really go on the paper, yeah?
Me: YES. They should go on the damn paper. And you should get carpets that don't mask the poo so I end up stepping on it in bare feet. DAMMIT.
Steve Sr: You should think about wearing shoes more often.
*new scene: Upstairs, with two obese cats*
Me: *minding my own business, watching crap TV*
Lulu (obese cat 1) *lick lick lick lick*
Me: Why are you licking my head?
Lulu: *lick lick lick*
Me: Getting a little damp here, idiot. Where the hell is your brother?
Me: Oh shit.
Scene: My water glass is on the floor. Water everywhere. Stewart, the other obese cat, who has very little in the brain department, is surveying his destruction. He is very very proud of his accomplishments.
Me: You little bastard! What did you do?!?!?!
Stewart: *clueless grin and pathetic meow* STEWIE MADE MESS, MAMA! YAY!
Me: Goldfish. Why didn't I get goldfish?