(I walk into the kitchen while my parents are finishing their fillet mignon. I go into the pantry, pull out some cereal, then pour myself a bowl)
Dad: What are you eating?!
Me: Cereal... ?
Dad: So... tell me again what you're having for dinner.
Me: ... Honey Bunches of Oats... ??
Dad: What is wrong with you?!
Maybe I shouldn't show Daddy my track marks just yet...
(I don't have any. It's sarcasm, ok? I've been having shit luck as of recently when it comes to my sarcastic remarks... people around me aren't taking too kindly to it. I would try to change that about me, but then it wouldn't be me)
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