A household consisting of eccentric behavior and chaotic drama witch evokes overwhelming
embarrassment to people trying to make a half way good impression to others. For example, you try to bring a girl over to have a good time and your recently widowed grandmother who lives in the basement comes up in her purple nightgown with her two little annoying dogs to ask where the dryer sheets are kept, meanwhile dogs start shutting are shitting
on the floor while your already balls deep. and it makes for a very
awkward situation.
John: Hey man let’s chill at your crib for a bit.
Chris:
I don’t know man. Some stripper my dad picked up while drunk is staying with us for awhile, my sisters boyfriend is handcuffed in the basement kicking a heroin addiction and the Sinaloa Cartel is using my crib as a stash house for a bit.
John: Shit man you really live in a clownhouse!
Chris:
Tell me about it bro I ain’t even mention the family of
illegal Mexican immigrants living in the attic.