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So my mom keeps telling me about these traditions on like birthdays and christmas and saying we've been doing them all my life like today she's all "Do you wanna get pizza and wings on Christmas eve this year?" and I'm like "Uhm sure?" and she's trying to tell me we've always done this and we used to do it on birthdays and stuff, but we've never ever done this shit but I guess we're starting this year. And then she's all "We used to make cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve too" and I'm like "No we did that earlier in the month we weren't fucking procrastinators" and she's trying to tell me we did it on Christmas Eve. |
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Eating my pizza and wings now, with a breadstick too because why the fuck not. I still can't fully enjoy it without knowing why she decided to fuck with me though, and why in the form of making up a tradition. |
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