Okay so- I was talking about death (bc im a dark human-)
to my mother in the kitchen, holding scissors.
My dad comes in and asks why im holding scissors.
I said, ¨Umm..idk I found them on the floor of my room-¨.
He said, ¨Well. put them down, your making me nervous..¨.
He took them from me and I asked why.
He said, ¨You were just talking about death and holding scissors- in every horror movie i have seen, that goes wrong!¨.
Then he added, ¨And step away from the knives!¨
Me and my mom burst out laughing-
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