Family night never originally consisted of savage beatings

But you might say boredom drove us to it. That and too many Fireball swigs in our system.

i remember telling Stephanie, "Gosh, if only i could knock out Georgie (my great grandpa), hes such a smug motherfucker with his wisdom and all".  And that night i got the courage thanks to the Fireball swigs riding stallions through my veins. .....He was in the midst of telling us about the best blow job he ever got when i took him by the remaining bits of his horseshoe hair and knocked him out. I couldnt deal with his mysoginistic ways anymore and although i was new to the feminism thing (im actually 72 hours into being a feminist), i knew what i had done was right.

Then my idiot brother joined in on the fun by smashing a bottle over my head. I don't remember much after that.

My father decided that enough was enough and he emptied out the cat on to everyone in the living room. He then proceeded to whip us with his iPhone charger.

eventually things settled down, we all shook hands and went to the Olive Garden as originally planned. But it really makes you think.....were the fireballs responsible for our behavior..or did they just release what was already inside?