Me: there's probably chefs way better than Gordon Ramsey. He might be similar as a comedian hired to make a statement. He's only the smartest guy in the room.
>Look up and see my brother half snarling at me, looking very ill
Me: I don't want to be around him if he's vomiting
>He points to a spot on the red rug
>I go to the kitchen to find a drink
Sister 1: you know you can always come to mine or your place if you are trying to party
>Me and sister 2 start discussing how alcohol is bad for me and I state how I'm burned out and restricted. Make a statement about God
Me: I mean, it doesn't look good
Sister 2: I don't see him either
Me: I do, for 3 years. It's the most otherworldly exoteric-
Sister 2: haha sexoteric
Me: esoteric. It starts off with being called to sit in front of a mirror, with men in black looking at you, and getting shot in the head.
>Start walking towards my sprite for my cigarette
>Voice is harsh and almost gone
Me: one of these days
>Fumble words around about getting an alcohol drink

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