Grandpa: Those damn Caucasians are so loud at night! Me: You mean cicadas? Grandpa: Yeah, whatever.
(while shopping for a backpack) Me: I kinda like this purple plaid one. Dad: It looks like they had to kill a gay Scottsman to make that bag.
(While trying to teach my mother texting lingo) Me: and what does brb mean? Mom: Bring your own booze.
Mum: So, whom are you texting? Me: Mum, this is a calculator...
Me: Mom, you have a text message Mom:(Raises it to ear) hello? Me:Mom...it's a text
(While researching on a CD-Rom about anatomy) Mom: DON'T CLICK THAT ONE!!! IT MIGHT BE SOMETHING DIRTY!!! Me: Mom it says esophagus... Mom: Yeah, we don't know what that is! Me: It's a throat. Mom: Oh.... then.....ok.
Dad: Are you watching "My Little Pony"? Me: This cartoon is amazing. Leave me alone. Dad: ...It's six AM, you have no job, You're an adult and you're watching cartoons. If you have pot, you better damn well share.
Me: What's for dinner? Mom: BBQ chicken breasts. Dad: CHICKEN TITS‽
Me: Hey Dad, why did you and mom have me so late in your marriage? Dad: Well, 18 years ago, your brother came out of the closet. And Mom was complaining that now she'll never have grandkids. Me: So I was born for the sole purpose of replacing my brother? Dad: Exactly.(He was dead serious)