Things and Stuff.

*insert Ohio State/Michigan football jokes here*
Mary: Hey isn’t Amanda going to an art institute soon?
Tom: Yeah, the Art Institute of Chicago.
Mary: How’s their football team? HAW HAW!
Tom: They haven’t finished drawing it yet! HAW HAW HAW!

Mary is my aunt. Tom is my father. I’m going to the International Academy of Merchandising and Design, not the Art Institute of Chicago.

Then Mary, who owes me money for a computer I built for her a year ago, decides that we’re all going to play a game. A dice game. With money in on it.

Mary: Only 75 cents to play, come on, Amanda!
Amanda: No thanks, I don’t gamble.
Mary: Oh, come on, it’s all in fun.
Amanda: I don’t. Gamble.
Kim: It’s just a –
Lucie: She has her standards.

Mary, again, my aunt who owes me money. Kim is her degenerate crack-whore daughter (3 abortions to date.) Lucie’s my mother.

This is the side of the family that makes me embarrassed to carry the name “Schroeder.”