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Teenager: "mom, this is just raisin bran, not raisin bran crunch. I asked for the crunch" Mom: "I'm sorry honey but this is the one I could find. Maybe you can just have another half bowl, and that will make up for the crunch?" Teen: "NO, THE RAISIN BRAN ISN'T STRONG ENOUGH IF THERE'S NO CRUNCH! I CAN'T GET FULL OFF OF THIS, YOU DUMB BITCH!" *throws bowl against wall, grabs bookbah and storms out of hose to go suck go-gurt out of a strangers tube* Mom: *sobs* "Where did I go wrong?" |
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Jordan walked through the door of his home, having just left brunch with his friends. His mom is sitting at the kitchen table in her bathrobe, fuming. Before he even has a chance to take the satisfied look off his face his mother is up and storming towards him. "Where have you been? It's 11 in the morning, I have been worried sick!" Jordan's gaze falls to his feet, and he mumbles something, the only intelligible word being "friends" "Oh, and are these the friends that have been causing the school to send home so many warning letters about the dangers of a well cooked egg? Do you even know what an omelet does to your body? Oh my GOD, you're full right now, aren't you?!" Jordan suddenly feels a rush of something. Maybe it was sugar from the mini-box of golden grahams he gulped down on the way home, maybe it was just anger from his teenage hormones, but whatever it was caused him to snap, crackle, and pop. "gently caress YOU, I WISH MRS. BUTTERWORTH WAS MY MOM" |
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