I walk into the living room and see that the house is filled with grey haired people. I ask my mom why all these people are here, and she says because she decided to have a party with her friends, but I knew that she only knew a few of these people. I particularly wasn't fond of this one loud man. His interactions with me, my friend and my mom as we where talking was annoying me. For some reason I had a green square shaped glass bottle of sriracha sauce, and I had left it on the wooden bench against the wall. I went off and had small nervous conversation with someone I know. Then the party was over, and I remembered my bottle and I walked over to it and saw that it only had a forth left in the bottle, and I knew it was full before the party. At first I thought it had a leak, and I examined the bottle but it just hit me that the annoying man must've made drinks with it. Then I snapped and he appeared and laughed and said he enjoyed it and smugly thanked me for it, then he disappeared again. Then I angrily turned to my mom and friend and kept yelling that he drank my whiskay! (I didn't say whiskey, I kept saying whiskay) HE DRANK MY WHISKAY!
Sitting down to eat a big bowl of rice with fried vegetables, I decide to spice it up with some hot sauce. I take the cap off a bottle of Dave's Insanity Sauce "The Hottest Sauce in the Universe" and pour an insane amount onto my rice. I mix it in and taste it a little. It's really good. I add lots more until the whole meal is red from the sauce and gobble it down. Half way through the feast, I think it's strange how I am managing to survive such a spicy sauce in this amount. But it's delicious! So I just enjoy it.
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