Low-tier filthiness: I am addicted to the Sims 3. Something about playing God is really fucking appealing to me. I also have the filthiest dreams with the hottest guys but I'm always woken up by my mother (or on a couple different occasions, the dryer when I fell asleep in the basement while watching TV the night before) before they get REALLY good. Makes me rage.
High-tier filthiness: My mother is an abusive, insane, whackjob control freak and my brother and I take bets on how long it takes before her chain smoking habit kills her and laugh about it. We occasionally say to the other, "you're horrible and that's really sick,' but we both laugh at it.
We have our reasons, however. We've been shouted at in the past week for everything from me saying, "no, Mom, seriously, it's fine, you don't have to make something special for me since you'll have enough other crap to make" (which she somehow interpreted as me 'wallowing in self-pity' when I was just trying to make less work for her on Thanksgiving) for putting too much dressing on our salads to how we chew and she's slapped my brother, while I was watching, and denied it to my dad later that day.
In short, yeah, bitch is nuts and we loathe her.