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+ My brother hosted an awesome party of forty or so people at our house two days ago, and I partook in a Brawl tournament consisting of about twenty of them and ranked second to my brother. - Just for note, these aren't rave parties, they're generally very clean and well-mannered, despite being loud, but we're respectful to the neighbours. They usually consist of video games, card games, board games, music, and sometimes beer pong (though I don't drink).
- The party got me sick just after I finished recovering from a totally different illness. I woke up this morning feeling like I had rice jammed up my nasal passage, and then as the day went on it spread to my throat, and it hurts so much to swallow I have to basically give myself an Indian Burn while swallowing in order to not cry out in pain.
-/+ When I asked my mother where the Advil 400s were (I could only find the 200s in the medicine cabinet), she instantly started yelling in an overly-angry tone: "Have you been washing your hands?" I respond by saying "Yes, I just washed my hands before coming to you, didn't you hear?" To which she replied "No you didn't, you never wash your hands, and you always get everyone else sick because of it!" - This here is completely untrue, as I've almost never passed on the sickness, in fact, more often than not my sicknesses come from my brother or mother who get them first. To this nonsense she spouts, I just say "what...?" and let her ramble on for another two or three minutes about how I'm so careless that I don't wash my hands and that she should punish me, and so on. When she finishes, I say "Alright, now where is the Advil?", She says "In my purse", I say "Thanks, that's all I needed to hear", and she the screams "Oh fuck off you fucking asshole! You cunt!!" - The reason this is partially a (+) is because this is only further reassurance that I'm not the one in the wrong here, that it's something I can use against her in the future, and that she's a insufferable, hypocritical shite.
- As it turns out, the Advil was not in her purse.
+ I managed to find the Advil after only 25 minutes of searching through sheer luck, it was in one of her drawers in her basement office. Now the pain is completely gone from swallowing and I'll finally be able to sleep (which I've been trying to do for the last five hours).
- The party got me sick just after I finished recovering from a totally different illness. I woke up this morning feeling like I had rice jammed up my nasal passage, and then as the day went on it spread to my throat, and it hurts so much to swallow I have to basically give myself an Indian Burn while swallowing in order to not cry out in pain.
-/+ When I asked my mother where the Advil 400s were (I could only find the 200s in the medicine cabinet), she instantly started yelling in an overly-angry tone: "Have you been washing your hands?" I respond by saying "Yes, I just washed my hands before coming to you, didn't you hear?" To which she replied "No you didn't, you never wash your hands, and you always get everyone else sick because of it!" - This here is completely untrue, as I've almost never passed on the sickness, in fact, more often than not my sicknesses come from my brother or mother who get them first. To this nonsense she spouts, I just say "what...?" and let her ramble on for another two or three minutes about how I'm so careless that I don't wash my hands and that she should punish me, and so on. When she finishes, I say "Alright, now where is the Advil?", She says "In my purse", I say "Thanks, that's all I needed to hear", and she the screams "Oh fuck off you fucking asshole! You cunt!!" - The reason this is partially a (+) is because this is only further reassurance that I'm not the one in the wrong here, that it's something I can use against her in the future, and that she's a insufferable, hypocritical shite.
- As it turns out, the Advil was not in her purse.
+ I managed to find the Advil after only 25 minutes of searching through sheer luck, it was in one of her drawers in her basement office. Now the pain is completely gone from swallowing and I'll finally be able to sleep (which I've been trying to do for the last five hours).