Because loud and crazy ones are the worst. It all started with my dad inviting one of his university buddies (whom he hasn't talked to in about 20 years) over to our family Christmas dinner.

Dad: ZOMG I went to university with you, we should totally hang out again.

Friend: Hokay! And I'll bring my kids along! My son just came back from Australia, he's studying dentistry so he can talk to your daughter alllll about university! And my other kid's just cute.

Dad: Sweet, even more people to share their university experiences with my daughter! She'll be so thrilled!1!!one
(Of course they didn't use hip words such as "hokay" and "ZOMG")

This wouldn't have happened if they still lived far away, but hey, they just happened to have moved into our area! Why is it that people insist on moving close to their friends? Don't they know that absence makes the heart grow fonder?

So for most of the night, I had to listen to how university "was a blast because, LIKE, we get smashed, LIKE, every single day. And dentistry? Psshh, such a joke blah blah..." while the other kid, who is the exact definition of a tyrant, ordered and punched us around. That little girl is going to grow up to be such a manipulative brat (not that she isn't one already, but she'll have plenty time to master the craft of manipulation). You'd think that any person with common sense would know NOT TO HIT THEIR HOST. But err, no, her parents obviously didn't teach her that.

Sure, honey, you can totally punch the older kids and tug them around like they're your slaves.

I don't give a crap that she's only 8; this might be old-fashioned, but when I was eight, I sat quietly and did what I was TOLD. Sure, I goofed around in my parent's house, but never at anyone else's because that's just plain RUDE.

Oy, and we got invited to their New Year's party...