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I've personally never been on a blog before, but because it seems a lot like an online journal, I will let you delve your minds into my life. The events you are about to read are real. Names have been changed in order to protect the innocent.

Alright so yesterday, I woke up at like twelve o'clock, and to my displeasure, my mom decided not to go to work. She was giving me a lot of lip about how I needed to get a suit for a wedding I'm going to on Sunday, and that she was too busy(watching Oxygen and yelling at her children) to drive me to the mall. Instead of making her heart explode with my fists, I humored her, called my friend Trevor(he can drive), and went to the mall. She told me that I had to be home before my father came home, because he doesn't like me hanging out with Trevor because he's a HUGE pothead.

So we went in, did all the important things first; food, arcade, talkin' to bitches. It was 5:30, my dad gets home at anytime between 6:15-7:30, and I suddenly remembered that he was going to be home early today because his favorite old Western movie was going to be on. I quickly bought an all-black suit at some place called "Macy's", stopped by the taylor's to get myself measured, and went home.

My dad's car was in the driveway.

Fuck.

He was in the garage tweaking the quad.

Double-fuck.

I walked in casually, like I didn't expect anything coming, he gave me a dirty look, so I went inside, hopped on the computer, and awaited the moment he would call me upstairs.

The moment came a good two-and-a-half minutes later. He took a quick look in my eyes, smelled my breath, chuckled, and sat down and watched John Wayne save a bunch of feather-tops.

I went down stairs, went on MFG, and came to find highly permiscuous photo of a member, who we will code name "Lord_Moth".

Well, I think everyone knows the story from here.