Another conversation from the household....
*clattering sound followed by inaudible swearing from my sister*
Sister-"MACK! Why is there an ammo box on the stares?"
Me- "uh, I forgot..." *inaudible mumblings*
Sister- "Well, I certainly found it. Could you keep your preparing for the end times hobbie confined to your room?"
Me- *sheepishly* "Sorry"
Sister- "It's fine. Did you load me any more .380?" *coming into my room now, with ammo can*
Me- *sheepishly again* "I forgot..."
Sister- "Fine. When I get carried off by a biker gang, I hope you feel real bad."
Me- "Sorry."
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