'No-it's the children who are wrong.'

Dawn takes an armed stance against "capitalist supremacy" in a now bi-weekly borderline schizophrenic midlife-crisis based melt down and attempts to find and destroy what she has dubbed "the root of all evil". Her quick-thinking* and clever** husband takes the initiative to save his children and their school clothes money by sacrificing his black cherry to ensure his children get to the next school picture day with fresh new JNCO's, husky boot cut jeans, and NOTW hoodies. Her husband had secretly and routinely stretched his 0-ring with a procession of larger and larger plastic containers he took from Dawn after they were empty of her behavior modifiers as he intended to smuggle drugs up his anus to buy a lift kit for his truck when he remembered that Alejandro hates him, and that he just so happened to be the only Mexican he knew by name, Scott was in a defeated state regardless of how easy it was to poop now but today he would be forgiven of his anti-social habit's shame when the ease at which the barrel of a 40 year old rusty shotgun loaded with buckshot slid in all the way to the bend in his large intestine; causing the hand-me-down firearm to misfire. Dawn not knowing anything about firearms was understandably beside herself from being robbed of the glory of her husbands demise via a buckshot butthole bayonet charge. A brief moment of thankfulness washed over him in this unusual and serendipitous circumstance and he was quick to turn the tables as he could now manipulate his prostate using the muscles in his battered colon. The old wood of the shotgun's buttstock was just a little smaller than dawns most recent shipment of experimental medication so as soon as it was jettisoned out, hip movements he learned from his mom's old exercise DVD's made him able to take control of the firearm and turn the tables on his unwell counterpart.

An everyday working man has to resort to thievery to not only supply himself with a shop-lifters high but also to protect himself and his family from the onslaughts of Federally mandated rust belt targeted taxes and the overwhelming rising tide of "Rojama Care" affecting insurance prices for his family (of like 8 fucking people) who meets a dark and twisted end at the hand of his doting widow and somehow still get's the last laugh postmortem.

A romantically-strained and intimacy-distanced couple must resort to drastic measures to maintain what they've created together over the years

A holiday; nay, a celebration of LIFE is ruined by unwanted intimate advances and the retaliatory escalation of physical violence.

Duncan is ruthlessly relaxed and borderline negligent in his quest to find supplementary employment.

Dave and Sky have an intimate conversation over Lunch, get harassed by a local water foul in the park, and go to try on hats.

pulls a "the guy behind me says he's got it!" and speeds the fuck off when getting his morning fucked up MacRonald's coffee and a MacGriddle so he can juice up his tits for a day of e-Vil.