"If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?" (William Shakespeare)
I want to begin this post w/ the following phrase: "I love my mom".
Why so ?
Well, in my college I used to have a friend, which is a girl. Before holiday, I argued w/ her, because she lied to me.
A few days ago, I changed 2 of my phone numbers, and the last one I gave it to my mom in order to avoid any humbug.
Yesterday, the bitch called on my last phone number, and guess who answered ? My mom. That tramp tried to change her voice, but my mom recognized her, and knowing everything that happened, she started cursing her.
Today, I was cleaning my room w/ my mom for the New Year's Eve Party I'm gonna throw, and found in my room a bag that belonged to that bitch, and said "Ok, I'll take that to the trash can later".
In that bag, there were some pairs of underwear, clothes and some chocolate.
A few hours later, a group of people were outside, singing lousy carols. My mom, who hates Christmas, went out and told them to sing w/ a lower volume, 'cause she wanted to take some sleep.
After 15 minutes, my mom got very mad because of those carols, so she took that bag and threw it directly on the window, knowing it belonged to that bitch. And guess what: We're living in a flat, at the 7th floor.
This is why I love my mom. Sweet revenge.
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