EDIT: FAMILY CAR. FAMILY CAR. Omg I would never do that to the cat.
EDIT 1: For those wondering about my nativity English isn't our mother tongue. I live in the tropics of Philippines and self-studied English. And for my age I'll just say I'm between 13 - 19.
EDIT2: To clarify u/Acarlmac, I was having fun enjoying time with my cousins and siblings. They were all part of my life as I grew and having them around for the weekend was better enough than being depressed 24/7. I wasn't sure how to word it out so bare with me man. Incest is something that I take seriously and would never even consider doing.
So this happened roughly two days ago at the time this post was made.
After a long trip to the city, my parents called and told me that they were on their way, probably arriving an hour then. During the past few hours of the day I was babysitting my siblings and taking care of the house and all. It was nine in the evening when they had called. We also had cousins coming over tp join the weekend fray.
Before my mother called, early in the morning (they left an hour after) my father specifically instructed me not to order pizza because he believes it is a waste of money and has no health or nutritional benefits whatsoever. While although true, and me being the holy advocate that vowed solemnly to the tomato sauce and cheese topped bread of a cuisine's savoring tempter, I ordered nonetheless.
By the time the pizza guy would arrive five minutes later, my family car had showed up along the curb. I was panicking and hell: the pizza guy would arrive in five minutes!
So parents and cousins stormed out like residue and stuff, I joyfully greeted them and tried to be the best, I mean BEST, of my behavior. I also called my siblings out to greet them. They appreciated my attitude and head for the living room without a second thought. I was, like, borderline exhausted somehow.
Went up to the pizza dude (How you doin'?), paid the bills. I stepped into our yard as the dude left, motor skidding off. Passed the family car (parked in front of our garage) and was about to enter the house.
DAD SHOWS UP.
HOLLY HELL WHERE AM I GOING TO PUT THIS???
"Yo sup dad, got me this box o' goodness for you to whoop my ass with." No I not doing that.
My instinct told me to hide by the nearest, open place: the driver's seat of our car. I tossed it there like Thor lost a hammer. Dad suspected nothing. Later I was to join in with everyone back inside the house. Had a frolic, was fu... keep reading on reddit ➡
They couldn't spell his name right in the post title, the post has been unstickied & locked, and after he went off shopping his comments are being removed.
Edit: And after he paid us a friendly visit we're live!
>This was a two hour show on pedophilia. It clearly scared the crap out of a specific murderous pedophile who controls media trolls and is being blackmailed by James Alefantis who knows where the kill rooms are (or so I am told). A hit job was commissioned. Retired NASA PhDs have briefed me on the early days where children were sent on 20 year and out missions so they would grow up while enroute; on the base on Mars (two separate topics); there is no connection to pedophilia on the space front but there is a NASA connection to mind control, you will find my review of Cathy O'Brien's book here:
>I predict that The Daily Beast, which published the original hit job on me, will be put out of business by several federal lawsuits that are being prepared against it as I write this. Remember Gawker? Same same.
Who has better pizza?! Colony Grill or Frank Pepe's Pizzaria Napoletana?!
personal vote: Colony
nothing beats their hot oil.