WHEN YOU'RE AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE WATCHING HIS PARENTS HAVE THE FIGHT THAT FINALLY LEADS TO THEIR DIVORCE AND YOU CAN'T REALLY CALL YOUR PARENTS BECAUSE THEY'RE OUT OF TOWN AND YOU'RE HERE FOR A SLEEPOVER, SO YOU JUST HAVE TO SIT THERE AND LISTEN TO THEM ARGUE AS YOU EAT THE DELICIOUS DINNER YOUR FRIEND'S MOM MADE, ALL WHILE KNOWING THERE IS NO FIXING OR ESCAPING THIS, YOU JUST NEED TO RIDE IT OUT AND TRY TO GO TO SLEEP WHILE THE WORDS "WELL, YOUR MOM'S A BIRCH AND I DON'T THINK JIMMY'S EVEN MY KID!" RING IN YOUR DARKEST DREAMS, JIMMY OF COURSE BEING THE KID WHO'S HOUSE YOU'RE STAYING AT, WHILE YOU WAKE UP THE NEXT MORNING WITH WINE GLASSES SHATTERED ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND JIMMY'S MOM CRYING IN THE OTHER ROOM WHILE YOU EAT PANCAKES WITH A FRUIT SHAPED SMILY FACE
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