story time: So once I was obsessed with filmmaking (at around age 11) and like all young filmmakers, I recruited my siblings to take part in my shenanigans. one blissful summer evening, I had a grand idea to produce a one woman show with me as the villan, me as the hero, me as the love interest and u guessed it...me as the dog. so after bribing my siblings to be cameramen and such, I began putting on the performance of a lifetime. Oscar winning stuff. i had a real future ahead of me before the INCIDENT. anywho, so we approach this scene where I'm (as the protagonist) being tied up and interrogated by the villain (also me). and cause I'm super method and dedicated to the art, I told my sister to tie me to the lawn chair in that dark garage with the green lawn hose as tight as she could. i wanted to feel the pain the hero was feeling. she tied me up real tight and then backed away to film. now somewhere between pressing record, and me acting my pants off, my grandma announced inaide the house that we had taco bell. my sister immediately was consumed by the all encompassing hunger of a hundred men and their oxen and bolted off, leaving me tied up in the garage alone. beginning to feel the hunger too, I got up so fast that my soul was left in the chair for a split second before the hose caught up to me. every sin I had commit came back to me in that fateful moment. the Green Garden Hose yanked me back for a split moment before going slack and letting me fall face forward to the concrete with my hands behind my back. it felt like I fell of the Eiffel tower. luckilly, my lips broke the fall of my entire body weight. my family finished their taco bell before they remembered I was in the garage. i got into a fist fight with my sister. the end.
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