So.
My parents decided it was family game night.
Here's a few things that happened.
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Sister: *picks up dog* He's on my team now, aren't you, dog?
Me: Look at how invested he is in the game. And his face is just... Wow.
Me: P-P-P-POKER FACE P-P-POKER FACE
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Me: *attaches permanent marker to game peice*
There.
Now it is fashionable.
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Everyone other than me is doing well.
Me: YOU'RE ALL AGAINST ME, HUH? IT'S A CONSPIRACY, AND YOU'RE ALL IN ON IT.
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Sister: *picks up dog again*
Me: *pokes dog on forehead*
Sister: *pokes cheek*
Both: P-P-P-POKE YOUR FACE P-P-POKE YOUR FACE
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Thesis what happens when I am tired and am attempting to cheer myself up.
THE FEEEEEEEELS.
((Lazy style borrowed from Strahberri)
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