hope this explains it
it does and I hate it, thank you
If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
they should make a version of socializing that doesn’t make you feel like you’re still the weird 12 year old kid that doesn’t know why she’s not normal like the other kids
having a cat is great. there's a small little animal wandering around. effervescent
EATING MY CHARGER
My roommate and I have been doing an improv bit lately where you introduce yourself as Firstname Object, then state your purpose as something entirely unrelated.
Her, peeking into my room: H-hello? Hi, I'm Veronica Harmonica. My pet bear got loose, and I just can't find her anywhere. I'm s-so worried.
Me, rapidly adjusting my face like an ill-fitting mask: Yep, nope! No bears around these parts! Have not seen a bear alllllllll day.
Me, in a slow, dry British accent: Hello everyone. My name is Henry Horseshoes. [deep sigh] Rule number one of our hang-gliding experience is to always do exactly as I say.
Her, raising hand: What if--
Me, pointedly droning on: Rule number two. Never, ever question Henry Horseshoes. If you haven't the discipline to restrain your curiosity, you haven't any business hang-gliding in the first place.
Me, dancing into the kitchen first thing in the morning: What is up everybodayyy! My name is Brady Beanbag, and I am here! to! teach! you! ZUMBAAAAAAAA!
Her, barely conscious, gripping her tea mug: ....................................... I want a refund.
incredibly funny that "and they were roommates" became like. code for being gay. we have no damn CLUE what gossip that woman was talking about we just decided it was homosexual behavior