Originally Posted by Kilcreed

So yeah, I got in a little trouble last night with my parents. They were going through some papers I had lying on the bed next to me, because my dad saw Scorp's logo on top. He says, "Oh, zodiac signs?". I reply, "No. I'm going to draw that." "For who, for you?" "Yea." So he was about to put down the paper until he flipped them over and saw my clanmate's pictures (I had them turned backwards). He asked, "Who are these people?!" he was still going through them. I tell him, "Friends..." "I don't see any black people in here." "-.-..." (This is where it gets bad.) He stumbles across Clap's picture. Now he starts freaking out. "WHO IS THIS MAN !?!" to which I reply, "A friend!". "No, who is he!?!?!" "I'm drawing them; I'm going to write a story on them". He says, "WHAT IS HIS NAME?". The whole time I'm think 'shit, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, shit...'(it's rare that I ever swear that much, sorry)'...random name, random name, random name!' Then I say, "Ryan." "How old is he!?!" "Um, like... 20." So he goes get my mom and shows her. She askes the same questions to which I reply the same answer. Now shes freaking out even harder. "I would like to meet this 'Ryan'!! Tell him to come by tomorrow and bring a drivers liscense!!!" I say, "Um, you're not going to be able to meet him by tomorrow..." "Well, when can I meet. I want his ass over here, and I want to press some good charges if he doing something illegal. Tell him meet me when he can." "...ok..." My dad askes me, "What was his name again?" "Ryan." "Bryan who?" "Ryan!" "Bryan who?!" "RYAN!" "Ryan who?" That whole time I was trying to think of a last name. "Wailey" "Write his name down for me. Where does he stay?" I figured since they haven't asked any in depth question I should stop lying now, "I don't know." "Where'd you meet?" "Game." "Where does he stay." "I don't know!" "So, he's not your friend." (statement not question). I say, "Yea, he..." I get cut off, "No, he's not your friend." "Well, hes guy I know." "Give me the password to your facebook." "This has nothing to do with my facebook!" "So, I have a right to see it." So I give the password, go in my room and go to sleep. I can't slam the door because I have no door. He took it off about a month back. THE END

So that's how my night went last night.

Originally Posted by Kilcreed

16, and I do have some respect, no matter how much I may hate my dad. (that and I like having my Xbox and daily library visits so I'm not bored).

Originally Posted by 1handclap

I am rather dangerous, here's me riding the rails...