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Text: as i was typing this i realized there is a lot of background story, so please bare with me. tl;dr at the bottom.

my girlfriend and i have been dating for 6 months. everything's been great, she's met both my parents and i've met hers. however my dad lives 30 minutes away from me so i don't go out to see him very often, nor do we talk very much. my parents divorced when i was 5 and my sister was 3, but that was years ago, i'm 22 now, my dad has since then remarried and moved on to my step-mom with 2 step-sisters, and i've moved on as well. i understand people fall out of love, it's whatever 

i used to go to my dad's often and i was always welcomed, step-mom is way cool and has never once gotten on my bad side. however with age i stopped going less and less to where now i see my dad at seldom, but again, it's not an issue, my dad and i have a pretty good relationship so just keeping in touch isn't a problem for us. 

so out of random i get a call from my dad inviting me and my girl over for dinner. of course i said yes and my gf and i drove to my dad's and had dinner. dinner was great, gf got along really well everyone, and after my gf and i sat on the couch watching some tv by ourselves. she looks at me very puzzled and i ask her "what's wrong?" she says, "why aren't their any pictures of you and your sister on any of the walls? only your step-sisters are up."

i didn't say anything. *"there's pictures of me and my sister here somewhere i'm sure"*, i thought. i asked my girlfriend to sit on the couch and i ran through his entire house looking for one picture of me or my sis. nothing of us on the walls,  no picture day cut outs from elementary-high school, nothing. i went back to sit down with my gg and told her "hmmm idk why.", hoping she'd let it go. i tried to pretend like it didn't bother me, but when i thought "i've been to this house for the past 8 years and i don't remember seeing photos of us on the wall." i just shattered and cried. without explanation my gf and i left and i still haven't talked to my dad about it yet. i'm 100% sure he didn't do it on purpose, but regardless...even just one fucking picture.
my dad invited my gf and i over for dinner and my gf noticed that no pictures of his own kids on any walls but my step sisters had their pictures all around the house.

Text: so this happened last week. 
i am a college junior and i am in a business communications course which is probably the most time consuming class i've taken in college. 

anyways... the way this course is designed is your group gets a real live client (a local organization) and you do some sort of consulting for them. you always get a project manager (usually a ta) who you report everything you do to, including a prescreen of the final presentation to our client -- which is where the fuck up happens. 

gearing up for our final presentation, our project manager (who we will call gabe for the rest of this story) asked us to do the presentation for him before we present to the client. we all have extremely busy schedules, so the only time and place that worked for gabe and the team was 9pm in one of the reservable group rooms at the library. gabe had requested that we all show up in business professional attire (suit + tie) to this practice presentation, which we were all very unhappy about. 

the team meets up at the library to go over the material and continue working before presenting to gabe around 5, so of course none of us show up in a suit 4 hours ahead of time. come 8:45pm i decide its time to go change in the bathroom before gabe gets there. after an extremely sweaty and unpleasant 8 or so minutes getting dressed, i am now in my suit but very unhappy that i'm in it at 9pm at the library. it's only 8:53 so i figure i have some time to express my unhappiness to my team before gabe gets there, so i walk into the room and yell "f**k gabe" 3 times, each with more frustration. 

after complete silence i look up and gabe is sitting in the room with my entire team which had neglected to tell me that he had arrived early... needless to say it was the most awkward presentation of my life and gabe wasn't to happy even after i explained it was all about the suit.
i didn't scan the room and let everyone know that my project manager is an asshole (including him)

Text: as with all tifu this wasn't today but a while back. its a long one so strap in!

context!

so my wife and i moved to a new town for her to start her job, and with my job everyone was talking about the new final (half) season of breaking bad, when bb first came on it really didn't do it for me so i never bothered, but i figured i'm new need to have something to talk to these people about and i have some spare time so i jumped on netflix and watched 5 "seasons" of breaking bad. 

the excitement

so my wife and i are watching scrubs on the couch when i see a shadow pass by the light in our kitchen. wtf! its a mother fucking bat! now i'm not a particularly smallish man, but i have an issue with flying demon rodents. so i'm freaking the fuck out. there a goddamn bat in my house. my dogs are freaking out because i'm freaking out and one of them is jumping off the couch trying to catch this hellspawn. 
i lovingly implore (scream like a weepy man baby) for my wife to get the dogs upstairs. miraculously they do. while she does this i arm myself like leonidas of legend with a shield and spear (dog bed and broom) and proceed to pit myself in battle with this flying hate crime. 

i get the idea to try and urge it out the front door, so i'm doing my best to try and get this thing out the door, the problem is the front door is not level so it keeps closing so my wife is standing by it to keep it open. so i tell her to get down on the ground so tiny satan doesn't get her. 

so the fu 

as i said before i'm not a smallish dude. but  when i get riled up apparently my voice can achieve my octaves i wasn't aware of. so while this flying ball of death whirled about my house i'm shouting at it in varying tones of a deeper baritone to get out of my house, and when it swooped in to attack i would scream like the pansy little female i have trapped inside of me. the epic battle took place over the course of several minutes culminating in my epic finishing move of a broom handle to a bat. 

so how does this relate to bb, well apparently when you listen to jesse pinkman talk a lot in a very short time frame you pick up on some of his nuanced language patterns. so every 3rd word to the bat was bitch. 

so i'm screaming at a bat to get out of my house bitch. followed by a high pitched terror scream which sounds like a woman. followed by a yeah i killed you bitch, coupled with a woman crawling out the front door. 

needless to say the cops were called on the new neighbors (us) looking for a domestic disturbance between two people which were both me. 


 

tldr 2.0 i screamed like a beaten woman cops were called. still would recommend breaking bad

bats are scary, dont talk like jesse pinkman, and do your best to meet your neighbors as soon as you can.

