Don’t you hate it when people make incorrect judgments about you? Well, I sure do. But I guess other people hate it when you make false judgments about them… One time in a far away place called the United States of America, I was at a friend’s house playing around and we decided to go make some chocolate milk. We put the chocolate syrup in a glass of milk, stirred it up and WHAM, we got us chocolate milk.
Everything was all fine and dandy until we went upstairs to his room to play some video games. I went to the upstairs restroom next to his room and when I come back my chocolate milk is lying on the floor, spilt. (The following events are exaggerated) I fell to my knees and stared at him. “How could you do this!?” I said as water welled up in my eyes. He points at his cat Whiskers, who was at the time lapping up the spilt milk, and said that he ran in the room and spilt. So, after cleaning the mess up I went back downstairs, opened the fridge, and pulled out a Capri-Sun juice pack. The morale of this story is to not judge people so quickly.
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