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Beer Theft, it's a serious matter.
Tonight someone in my house is missing beer.
My dad walks down the stairs and says "Boys, we have a serious problem."
He continues to explain how mom and dad both only had 5 beers each, which would leave 14 remaining right? Well, there are only 2 left, so someone, if you've been keeping up on your basic math skills, took 12 beers. He tells everyone they should give them back and all will be good and he will forget about it. No one confesses. He goes on to start yelling a little bit. Finally he says "Am I going to have to search the whole house?" I say, "Go for it, I have nothing to hide." That gets me off the hook. The hook that I was never on in the first place. Matt comes up here to talk to me for a little bit, asks me if I took it, etc. I didn't. So his concern for me and me telling my Dad to search leaves me to believe Andy. Above that though, I beleive my parents to be stupid fuck faces. God damn worthless drinking fucks. I can't wait until they find out they actually drank them or something else. As long as it's not me I'm happy.
Well, now I'm just sitting in my room waiting for something to do. I wish someone would come over, or instant message me. Life sucks.
Tonight someone in my house is missing beer.
My dad walks down the stairs and says "Boys, we have a serious problem."
He continues to explain how mom and dad both only had 5 beers each, which would leave 14 remaining right? Well, there are only 2 left, so someone, if you've been keeping up on your basic math skills, took 12 beers. He tells everyone they should give them back and all will be good and he will forget about it. No one confesses. He goes on to start yelling a little bit. Finally he says "Am I going to have to search the whole house?" I say, "Go for it, I have nothing to hide." That gets me off the hook. The hook that I was never on in the first place. Matt comes up here to talk to me for a little bit, asks me if I took it, etc. I didn't. So his concern for me and me telling my Dad to search leaves me to believe Andy. Above that though, I beleive my parents to be stupid fuck faces. God damn worthless drinking fucks. I can't wait until they find out they actually drank them or something else. As long as it's not me I'm happy.
Well, now I'm just sitting in my room waiting for something to do. I wish someone would come over, or instant message me. Life sucks.