From the brain of J A Cullen.

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Monday 15 June 2009

The "Getting a Girl Pregnant" Card

Last Christmas I pressured my Mum to start watching Lost, five years after everyone else using my extensive DVD collection. Eventually she gave in and started watching it. Pretty soon she was asking to watch an episode every night and sometimes even two. But then season two ended. When the Others were formally introduced as Ben and Juliet and they kept Kate and Sawyer in cages and Jack in a shark observation room, she went off it. One episode every three weeks was average and soon she would be behind season five aswell as four.

So tonight, after my dinner, I was planning on going to bed to watch Family Guy because, for some reason, I was really tired. Probably because I don't sleep until half one in the morning. Anyway my brother was watching Simpsons downstairs, Mum was looking for a holiday on the computer and Dad was upstairs. Zeus was in the kitchen, but he's not involved in this tale.

I announced I was going up for my shower and reached the bathroom when I heard Dad go down and Tom rush upstairs. I told him I was watching TV but he bulldozed past and fixed himself in the room. Then it took about fifteen minutes of me shouting from the bathroom that it's not fair that when Tom's activity finishes he wants to jump in and take over someone else's. Because lets face it, it isn't.

Then I started talking about moving out and getting young family housing after finding a skanky teenage mum and pretending to be the kid's father, before living off benefits nad becoming addicted to crystal meth. I also ranted that it was my summer and they're not making me miss it by going to bed early and I'm watching Big Brother.

So, to diffuse the situation, Mum said that she'd watch Lost episode 3x14 "Exposé", the 2nd best episode. So I was happy, I had successfully used the "I'll get a girl pregnant" card to get my own way.

Does that make me a bad person? No, of course it doesn't. Teenage skanks need a family too...

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