FURIOUS WITH THE RAGE!!!

Imagine that you come home, from a very uplifting discussion with a good friend. You are planning on hanging out with some other friends. You have let them know that you are now free and can do something. You walk in your house to find all of the lights off, which strikes you as odd, because you doubt that you were smart enough to turn them off last time you left. You enter your house, and your dog does not greet you at the door. You hear some strange sounds coming from the basement, that sound remarkably like the television. You think perhaps, that your brother, like you, refrained from partaking in the family vacation to Lehman Caves (spelling?). You head downstairs and can see that the projector is on. You get to the bottom of the stairs to see that all of the friends you were going to hang out with soon are sitting on your couches. You happen to see that the six year old look alike isn't wearing a shirt. Luckily, you have enough experience with these certain friends, to know that if the shirts are off, the pants are most likely off as well. You run upstairs and they get dressed.

Alright, I'm sick of writing all of this crap. That happened to me tonight. Talk about a Killjoy.