i knocked over my dad's drink in the kitchen. he then proceeds to yell: god damnit mike, you klutz, clean it up" "yea, it was on the edge of the counter" "it's my kitchen! i can put it wherever the hell i want to" "well then don't blow up on me when i knock it over" "IT'S MY HOUSE!" hmm...sometimes i wonder if he actually listens to me.
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