15/50

Dad: Denise are you sure you want to make all that chicken?
Denise: we'll eat it over the next few days, it's 15 pieces.
Dad: How Many?
Denise: Fifteen.
Justin: ask her if she said 50...do it.
Dad: did you say 50 pieces? HOLY SHIT!!!
Denise: I SAID FIFTEEN!
Justin: Say 50 again...I'll set you on fire if you don't.
Dad: 50 PIECES OF CHICKEN!? OH MAN!!!
Denise: I SAID FIFTEEN!
Justin: Again.
Dad: Whose coming over that you have to make 50 pieces of chicken?
Denise: MICHAEL GOD DAMMIT, I SAID FIFTEEN.
Justin: (laughing) oh man, I just hate her.

Mexican Teal

Justin: I like that house.
Mom: Oh yeah, me to, well except for that Mexican teal door.
Justin: what exactly is "Mexican Teal"?
Mom: Well when people come to my home I want it to say "Welcome" that house says "Welcome to the fiesta, AYE AYE AYE!!!!
(Ten Minutes later)
Mom: Don't put that on your blog!
Justin: Sorry Mom.

Olympian.

Justin: Mom, sometimes I just want to cut bitches...
Mom: Babe, if cutting bitches was an Olympic event, you would have a gold medal.
Justin: ...That's the nicest thing you have ever said to me.