Alright so I'm just sitting here playing WoW just chillin and my dad comes in my room to ask me a question
He says "Hey [iroc] did you do the..." and then he just stops
So I'm like "do what?" but he's just standing there bertstaring me and I'm like "what"
So then he goes "what the fuck are you listening to?"
And I'm like "Dad it's Lights, she's a synthpop artist from Canada and..." I try to continue singing her praises to him but he interrupts me:
"I don't give a fuck what it is, it's fucking faggot shit. And Canada? I didn't raise a fucking communist. I know I don't have some liberal hippie fag for a son."
and I'm like wtf "Dude dad chill out, it's just music, I'm not a communist, Canada hasn't even ever been comminist,"
and then he's like "I don't need a fucking history lesson about Americas hat. I can't believe my son is a homo."
"Dad I'm not gay."
and he says "well you sure are listening to some gay music, and that other shit you do is real homo too, like playing the fucking piano and wearing nice shoes and your accent doesn't help either"
"Dad none of those things make me gay. I hope I don't have to describe what nikki and I do in here when you're downstairs watching 'Dancing with the stars', which by the way is totally gay. Also you have the same accent too."
Then he just explodes.
"I ONLY WATCH THAT SHIT TO MAKE YOUR MOTHER HAPPY!! MOST THE TIME I'M FUCKING SLEEPING ANYWAY!!! AND I HAVE A FUCKING SOUTH AFRICAN ACCENT YOU TWIT!!!"
"Dad calm down. You do know if you had walked in here like two minutes earlier you would've heard me listening to Jimi Hendrix. That's not gay, is it?"
That didn't help.
"Hendrix? I knew you were a fucking hippie. That's almost as bad as being gay."
"Dad I'm not-"
"You know what? I don't care. Whatever. Listen to your faggot music all you want, but just put some fucking headphones because I don't want to hear that shit in MY house."
Then he slams the door as he walks out.
Gosh parents are so dumb.
