Irrationality At It's Finest
So I haven't posted in a while and figured why not tell the story my sister will never let me forget. Four years ago I was at my house and my little sister decided to stay the night. Seems normal enough. We did normal things for teenagers. You know, talking about boys, reading magazines, talking to people on msn...the usual teenager stuff. Being bored after about 3 hours of doing nothing particularly note worthy we decided to take some ugly posters off my wall and draw on them. Here's where things became noteworthy. My mom and her boyfriend were out so it didn't matter if we talked loudly or anything which is good considering what follows. I saw a perfect old poster of all the friends characters and decided "Hey why not take that one?" I held onto the poster and pulled it away quickly only to have a baby moth attack my face. I screamed in horror, threw the poster to the ground and ran as fast as I could toward the living room. Crying as I ran. About two mi...
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