So, I was discussing my room with my dad and my friend Noel. It went something like this.<br><br>Me: I'm rather afraid to clean my room.<br><span style="color:red">Dad: I've seen your room, I don't blame you! No telling what's living in there!</span><br><span style="color:blue">Noel: mines the same!</span><br>Me: Four headed tarantulas hide in my room. I call him Bob(:<br><span style="color:blue">Noel: aahaha nice! </span><br>Me: They feed off of dirty clothing and the crust on the plates in my room.<br><span style="color:blue">Noel: ohh yea see i think ur room is worse then mine. i dont have crusty plates and 4 headed tarantulas.
</span><br><span style="color:red">Dad: And Bob uses all the hot water in the house! We constantly have to take cold showeres!</span><br>Me: I know): Its rather upsetting. I've told him so many times to stop it...<br><br><br>And I can't post the rest because my dad brought in inappropriate stuff. But. Anyhow. This was rather entertaining. (:<br>Now. Time to go lock Bob up and get going on my room. D<
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Semper Fi.