So I'm choking half to death on the kitchen floor, and the input that I get from my family is something along the lines of:
"Man up!"
"Why do you have to be so disgusting?"
A little sympathy towards this damaged soul wouldn't go amiss, I think.
Well, there you have it. Now you understand why I turned out the way I am. Family.
Ok, so I choked on a can of Solo. Ok, so it might be funny if it doesn't happen to you. But that feeling, when you're drinking soft drink, and somebody makes you laugh - it's like a form of torture. And all I get from my family is "Walk it off." Cruel, cruel people. And one of these family members caused this laughter as well, which makes it even more abhorrent that sympathy was not forthcoming. Boo.
Word of the Day: Solo
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