I live for argueing my point to people.
So I was sitting at the table talking about the Darwin Awards with my father, and he was explaining it to my mother. I then began to explain why I think they could be real. It's basically because no one would make something like that up and not tell anybody, and if they told somebody it was fake, the person would eventually tell somebody else and through to power of the internet, it would be revealed that the Darwin Awards are fake. Also, that isn't a funny joke. Then we discussed Sasquatch videos and the Loch Ness Monster photos and whether we think they're real or not. I explained that there are ways to tell, but the people who are smart enough to try these ways are smart enough not to care whether they're real or fake. On the other hand, it would be a miracle in the world of science if they were proved to be real, so I'm sure if someone cared that much about science they would eventually figure out that it would be good for their beloved science to actually prove its existence. Anyway, the conversation got out of hand and I swore a couple of times (they don't care, but they don't like the word 'fuck'), and my mom yelled at me. Then, she got mad that we were wasting time talking about fucking sasquatch (yes, she said fucking) and my dad said something along the lines of "Look at you, now you're saying it! What kind of example are you setting for her?" (he was joking) and I said "Yeah, fucking fuck!" and he said "Fuck you!" and I walked away laughing my ass off. Hahahahaha. I FUCKING love my family.
EDIT: I also would like to point out that I do not believe in Sasquatch or the Loch Ness Monster. However, there is a possibility that mother nature fucked up a little.
Also, I would like to add that in proving my point, I started to argue with my mom and ended up saying to her something along the lines of "So by your philosophy, there's no such thing as Heaven, Hell, God, or magic?" and she said "Yes. Exactly." I have been raised in a household that never saw the inside of a church on our own accord, and I always knew that my parents were not religious. I have always told people that, but I just shortened it by saying I was raised Atheist. I now know that my parents are both screaming Atheists, and this is probably why my family is so weird. I don't know anyone who has parents like mine.
EDIT: I also would like to point out that I do not believe in Sasquatch or the Loch Ness Monster. However, there is a possibility that mother nature fucked up a little.
Also, I would like to add that in proving my point, I started to argue with my mom and ended up saying to her something along the lines of "So by your philosophy, there's no such thing as Heaven, Hell, God, or magic?" and she said "Yes. Exactly." I have been raised in a household that never saw the inside of a church on our own accord, and I always knew that my parents were not religious. I have always told people that, but I just shortened it by saying I was raised Atheist. I now know that my parents are both screaming Atheists, and this is probably why my family is so weird. I don't know anyone who has parents like mine.