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Come on kids lets go celebrate your mother's birthday.
Ummm....dad....ah...mom's dead. Remember the car wreck on I-55?
Of course I do you silly billy, but that doesn't mean we can't have a party.
Actually, we would prefer to just sit here, look at the photo album and cry. If that's alright by you.
See that's what I mean, you guys need to turn those frowns upside downs. Now come on, lets pick up a bostom cream pie, some neapolitan ice
cream, head down to I-55 and have us a birthday party. Whaddya say?
That its kinda creepy.
Thats the spirit. We can stop at Target and pick up a birthday wreath and a shitty styrofoam heart covered in fake flowers that has 'Mom' written on it.
You kids can pick out some gifts for your mother as well--she's been hinting at getting new brake pads for a while now. And Gin always makes a great gift.
Really creepy dad. Your actually scaring us now. Maybe we should give that family therapist a call back.
Don't be party poopers. It'll be a blast. We can all sit on the shoulder of the interstate, give mom a hard time about how old she would have been,
eat cake, play games and have fun for once. Heck, I won't even get mad when you kids sing that Scooby-Doo Channel Two extra lyric of happy birthday.
And many more on channel 4.
Gee thanks.
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