In The Land Of Gallifrey

Me watching Dead Bodies for the 3,246th time when my parents walk in.

My dad: Are they Irish?

Me: Yepp.

My dad: Wait....that's Moriarty?

Me: Good job. It is indeed.

My dad: And haven't you seen this like three thousand times already? Watch something else. OOOHHH LET'S WATCH TOP GEAR.

Me: Not right now!

*My mom walks in and sits down.

My mom: I can't understand them. Can we watch something else?

Me: NOGOAWAYI'MINTHEMIDDLEOFAMOVIEANDYOUARENOTPERMITTEDTOINTERUPT.

My mom: ..........

My dad: Can you really not understand them? They are speaking perfect English.

My mom: They have funny accents...

Me: Fine. We will watch something else. But I will have you know that you have ruined my week.

My mom: ..............

My dad: We can watch Sherlock?

My mom: Nah. They talk funny too.

My dad: Love/Hate?

Me: IT Crowd?

My dad: Black Books?

Me: Nevermind The Buzzcocks?

My mom: The buzzwhat???

My dad: TOP GEAR?!?!

Me: You are way too excited about that.....

My dad: It's like porn but better...

My mom: ..........

Me: .............

My dad: ..............

My mom: Do you ever watch anything American? Do you even like America?

My dad in a terrible British accent that sounds more like a Jamaican one: Americans are right scoundrels. I shall not support their plundering ways.

Me: DADMISHACOLLINS.

My dad: Except Misha Collins. He can plunder me all he wants. ;-D

My mom: ............ *gets up and leaves the room, and then the house.

My dad: Let's put Doctor Who on the big screen, and Supernatural on the laptop and play them simultaneously.

Me: YES.

We then sat there and watched The Doctor Dances and The End at the same time. Pretending that Jamie was turning people into crotes and Jack was traveling through time looking for the colt. My dad is perfect. And my mom has yet to come inside the house....