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Edited by Tippy:
6/23/2020 9:22:58 AM
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Getting a snack late at night could be its own horror film.
Lights off:
3am:
Me:
*[i]gets hungry[/i]* decides to grab a snack.
so I walk to the kitchen and grab a bag of Doritos flaming hot out of the fridge.
The bag:
[b][i]*crinkles loudly*[/i][/b]
Me:
[i]*slowly manipulating the bag with soft touches as to make minimal sound*[/i]
The bag:
[i]*slowly increasing my anxiety levels of getting caught*[/i]
[url=https://m.imgur.com/gallery/mOnvOJG]imgur[/url]
[b][i]*The lights abruptly flicker on*[/i][/b]
My mother: [b]not saying a word giving me the thousand year of disapproval not saying a word[/b]
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This is a real story that happened to me. I was living at home when I was 17, and I used to smoke pot back then, well late one night a friend came over and we went and sat outside in his car and I proceeded to roll a joint. This was very late and everyone was inside asleep. Well it was summer time and we had the windows down, and I was picking seeds out and throwing them on the ground by sticking my hand out the window. Well about the 4th time I did that something grabbed my hand as I was dropping a seed on the ground, and I almost shit cause I knew for sure it was my dad and we were busted. Turns out it was our cat who had been hovering around the car and was just waiting for me to stick that hand out there one more time so he could pounce. Holy cow I was so scared.
