one friend was crashing at another friend's house.the tv crashed on them.they crashed my house to watch the finale of "to mum with love".they stayed on for 2 hours after that.

dad comes home.sees zhiming lying on the couch laughing his ass off while watching a mr bean vcd.also sees the 4 bags of chips and the CRUMBS on the floor.sees carol (to those who know, yes..THAT carol.) prancing out of the kitchen holding his emergency lantern and a can of lemon and kalamansi drink.sees me eating spagetti in front of the tv, also laughing my ass off.also sees the house looking like hitler bombed it.

oops.

dad glares at me.

THE AWAKENING.
all three of us stop laughing and prancing.
zm and carol goes "hi uncle."
zm and carol hastily tidies up the place.
zm and carol scoot off.

dad sees beer cans in the dustbin.double oops.dad starts yelling about bad company and alcoholism.preaches for about 3 hours.tells me stories of drug addicts and convicts.I AM SO NOT A FREAKING DRUG ADDICT OR A CONVICT.finally concludes his sermon with a prayer.

wtf.somebody tell him no fucking teenager with a fucking life will keep the house in tip top order like a goddam mary poppins.

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