Ahhh damn. My father is fucking insane. I can't figure how the fuck a juice box on the floor equals the room being trashed. Seriously. How the FUCK does a single juice box trash a room simply by sitting on the floor? What the fuck? Sooo, after listening to the inanity of his rage, and how utterly pointless it was in the end, I asked him if that sand in his vagina was making him irritable. Major lulz followed. I just LOVE how I can make a 50 year old man go psycho over a single, off-handed comment. Three more months of this shit, then I can FINALLY get the fuck away from his bullshit...