after a drunken night out, "white chocolate" was giving me a piggyback ride down drinker B2. he was running as fast as he could but he had bad equilibrium so he tripped and we went flying across the carpet, scraping off a few layers of skin from my left knee and elbow. it was bad enough that it stung like a bitch and bandaids refused to stay on the next day, but when i got home... damn. my dad's so hilarious, it hurts.
me: umm so... i fell going up the stairs at school ::shows dad my knee::
dad: WHAT?! ay nako... ::goes upstairs::
two minutes later, my dad comes into the kitchen where i'm eating, with peroxide, a bag of cotton balls, bandaids, gauze, medical tape, neosporin, and q-tips.
me: awww.. thanks dad!
dad: your legs were your only asset, you can't afford to lose them.
me: are you trying to say i'm ugly...
dad: anak, i just don't want you die single.
me: you're an asshole.
dad: that's what you get for texting and walking up the stairs at the same time.
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