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I told my dad at 2:38 exactly that i was gonna wake him at 4 to get ready to go to blockbuster so we didn't get charged for FMA. He said that's fine and went to sleep. i took a shower and got out a lil after 3:30 or so and told him to get ready/ i put my pants on and there suffocating me so i'm huffinf and puffing just to get air. my mom tells me the dog got in the trash and to pic it up. i get up and sigh trying to get rid of old air. i pick it up and when i come back my dad starts yelling. then when i think he' calmed down he turns and says "go get int he truck. i'm not done yelling at you yet." I think, just because your "the boss" dosn't mean you can treat me like s**t. so as he's walking out i say no. he comes back in and says excuse me? i say, " i'm not going with you just to get chewed out, so no i won't get int he truck." he start yellng and i keep a straight face saying nothing when he ask's me stuff. idiot.. he's got angry over my huffign from tight pants and a game that had to go back. *shakes head* idiot.
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