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"I've always thought of myself as a decent, respectable human being. Even at my worst, I really think a slap on the wrist and a good scolding is enough of a retribution to whatever teeny cock-up I get blamed for. Sure, I may have gotten drunk and flushed my dad's credit cards down the toilet - there was also that time when I took a piss on my parents' marital bed after a long and very alcohol-infused night out, but to be fair, my wonderful parents shouldn't have chosen the bedroom closest to the bathroom and designed it to have the exact same door. It's bloody difficult enough to tell them apart when you're sober, let alone when you're too drunk to talk coherently. The two or three or eight drags of Archie's suspiciously fat cigarette probably didn't help, either."
Meet Steve. A wild, self-righteous, ballsy little prick. Meet the Talibs. A straight-talking, conservative family of strict Muslims who take absolutely no shit from anyone. Force them to spend some time together, and what do you get?
What, indeed.
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