The Terrible Story
Well TOO BAD we're starting anyway.
Your name is Fickle. You were picked on in elementary school for having a name that sounds like pickle. This created a rumor that you were gay, and you liked pickles. For those who don't get the gist of what I'm saying please take a slang-ed class.
Anyway. I'm going to place you in a completely awkward situation to start you off.
You walk in on your parents having sex. Your mom looks up and yells
"THREESOME!" The dad yells "FOR THE LAST TIME I WILL NOT SLEEP WITH MY SON!" Your mom yells
"IF YOU DON'T OR IF HE SAYS NO I'M FILING FOR DIVORCE!" Your dad says "OH FINE. Come over here, son."
Now here's the question...
What do you do?
Your name is Fickle. You were picked on in elementary school for having a name that sounds like pickle. This created a rumor that you were gay, and you liked pickles. For those who don't get the gist of what I'm saying please take a slang-ed class.
Anyway. I'm going to place you in a completely awkward situation to start you off.
You walk in on your parents having sex. Your mom looks up and yells
"THREESOME!" The dad yells "FOR THE LAST TIME I WILL NOT SLEEP WITH MY SON!" Your mom yells
"IF YOU DON'T OR IF HE SAYS NO I'M FILING FOR DIVORCE!" Your dad says "OH FINE. Come over here, son."
Now here's the question...
What do you do?