I was at my cottage with a friend, and we're just chilling around the fire pit, smoking bowls and drinking beers. So I head back up to the cottage because I had to piss like a racehorse. Now the walls in that place are paper thin, and don't block any sound. So while I'm taking a leak, I just hear all these raunchy moans and giggles coming from the room beside the toilet (my 'rents room). So I just say to myself, "goddamnit, not again." I flush the toilet, which makes a shitload of noise, and all I hear is my dad's voice yelling from the bedroom. Something along the lines of "CHRIS?!?! Is that you? Shit... go back to the fire and DON'T BOTHER US!" Now, it's one thing that my parents were having raunchy 45 year old sex, but it is a completely different matter that my dad found the time between humps to yell at me. I proceeded to grab more beer, and attempted to drown that memory in a flood of hops, barley and malt...