The mystery box

Ok so I just got back from vacation last week and haven't had time to post anything new. (Don't judge!)


While I was away, my crazy father decided it was time for him to buy a new toy. So far it's a mystery but I'm about to find out. Crazy? Very much so. I do not have any idea as to what provokes his ridiculous thoughts..


My mom and I were in my room putting a new bed-set on my bed. My dad yells, "Demi! Hey! Psst! Demi! Come here!" (keep in mind he's like 5 feet away)


Me: WHAT!? Dad I'm busy!


Dad: No no no no. Come here!


Me: Fine....


I walk into the living room and theres a monstrous black box in the center of the room. My dad is dancing around with a remote in his hand like an evil professor.


Dad: Heyyyyy! Isn't this the coolest!?


Me: ....What is it?


Dad: Just watch!


(from the other room) Mom: RICHARD! I told you not to bring that damn thing in the house! It stinks and you never listen to me! Take it outside right now!


Dad:...... just wait.


Long story short now, suspense builds and mom's pissed off more than usual. It's an awkward moment with us all huddled around the mystery box. Five minutes later my Dad pokes a button and an explosion of some god-awful stinkin fog fills the whole house! My pissed off mother makes a dash for the front door with a glare that would of made Hitler jealous.


Me: Jesus! What it is!?!?


Dad:......a fog machine.


Me: WHY!?!?


Dad: well....I don't know...I figured it'd come in handy sometime.


Me: ......yes Dad.....IF YOU'RE HAVING A RAVE IN OUR LIVING ROOM!