Lights off:
3am:
Me:
*[i]gets hungry[/i]* decides to grab a snack.
so I walk to the kitchen and grab a bag of Doritos flaming hot out of the fridge.
The bag:
[b][i]*crinkles loudly*[/i][/b]
Me:
[i]*slowly manipulating the bag with soft touches as to make minimal sound*[/i]
The bag:
[i]*slowly increasing my anxiety levels of getting caught*[/i]
[url=https://m.imgur.com/gallery/mOnvOJG]imgur[/url]
[b][i]*The lights abruptly flicker on*[/i][/b]
My mother: [b]not saying a word giving me the thousand year of disapproval not saying a word[/b]
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The worse part is running up the stairs with all the lights out.