A couple of months ago, I was sitting in my attire of a diaper and socks. I was eating pizza and it was 3 in the afternoon. While I was walking into the kitchen from my bedroom to get more pizza, I heard a siren. The dog was freaking out. Took a peek out of the window and sure enough, EMS was on the driveway. I threw some pants on and ran over to my neighbor's house (who happen to be my grandparents). My grandfather was dead; my grandmother was nothing but tears. I came back home, stripped, showered and on our way to the hospital we went.
...How's THAT for bad timing?
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