me: *coughing every few minutes while eating Pringles*

dad: *walks in* you gonna live?

me: *pissed* i cant burp.

dad: you'll live

me: *glares as he leaves*

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me: *storms to the bathroom* i washed the shot glass.

dad: why do you sound so salty about it?

me: cause it smelled terrible.

dad: you'll live

NOT HELPING