Sorry about that, I'll put a warning up. "Son...he was complaining that he didn't have his FORK handy..." |
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I have a bad habit of screaming like a bitch in these scenarios. I wouldn't run away, but you'd hear a blood curdling, high pitched wail for a minute or so. Same thing happens when a large bug unexpectedly lands on my arm. It's a unique defense mechanism that has kept my family in the gene pool for generations. Maybe I should cut back on the caffeine. |