Dad finally naps, and the Mormons come knocking.
GTFO, and don’t think you are fooling me by pulling up in a VW bus, I can smell the LDS on you like skunk.
Also I’m perfectly willing to share the bomb-ass french bread pizza I made but you would rather eat microwaved canned peas and microwaved ham.
OMG my dad is driving me crazy plz help.
My mom is out of town for the weekend so I’ve been his butt slave.
And apparently I don’t know what I’m doing even though I’ve been living by myself for like 7 or 8 years I think I can figure out how to load a fucking dishwasher and water the fucking lawn. Shut up, you don’t know what you’re doing. Yes the dishes have to be rinsed before you put them in the dishwasher, no that is not what the rinse cycle on the dishwasher is for, no it doesn’t take 20 minutes to rinse them off either get the fuck out of the kitchen and I’ll do the whole thing in the 3 minutes.
Also yes I have moved the water, I’ve moved it like 5 fucking times so it wouldn’t run in the street, no I didn’t water yesterday BECAUSE IT WASN’T OUR DAY TO WATER. go to sleep old man, love you but please let me do the things, you do not know how to do them, shut up, you are deaf and can’t listen to what I’m saying and stop trying to tell me how I should do them, I know already, I’ve done it like a million times.
so if you watch the star trek episode “space seed.”
you, in 2014, are watching an episode that aired in 1967, that takes place in the 23rd century, about people frozen since the 1990s, which was the future to people in the sixties, but canonically the past to the characters in TOS, and now the past to you.
so you’re watching a show from the past about the future about the past which was then the future but is now the past again.