Random Arguments in the Presence of the Irish Dinner Table

God damn bitch ass fucking Honey I don't wanna fucking I don't wanna fucking Honey it's fine you're gonna like my dad I don't wanna fucking Sit the f*ck down it's dinner time Hi Mitt how are you doing today What the f*ck did you say to me Whoa whoa whoa We need to eat here alright Let's fucking eat So now I'm gonna listen to the fucking long haired fucking Hey don't even Who's hungry Alright somebody pass the motherfucking bread Where's the motherfucking bread Oy watch your fucking language I lived in the Bronx alright I need ranch for my salad you bitch You shut your fucking mouth Get your fucking hands off of me Whoa Whoa Get your fucking hands off of me you dumb bitch I totally just fucking broke a plate You motherfucker You fucking bitch F*ck you F*ck you Pass me the fucking pastrami Oh you whore don't you slap me Oh You fucking bitch Motherfucker What the f*ck is wrong with you Why did you break the plate This is my fucking house I'm gonna suck your dick dad F*ck you Stop smoking on the fucking I'm gonna fucking die Maybe if you'd pass the motherfucking bread Everybody shut the f*ck up I'm gonna kick your ass so hard you won't even know what an ass is How was everybody's day F*ck you F*ck you Motherfucker Sick bullshit You god damn bitch You weren't even invited to this party Ahhhh Go get Jimmy Let's say grace F*ck Jesus Honey stop