'Why I hate my son', by Mrs. DeNiro.
I'm sick of you son. Always talking like Robert DeNiro from 'Taxi Driver' at the dinner table! π Always blasting your satanic Pantera
music. π Always having to buy you more food now since you work
out constantly at the gym with god who knows who? π Always
bringing strange girls home and taking them up to your room to
do "exercises". π Don't come home tonight son. π