So I've been in a really pissy mood all afternoon (due to Satan visiting me.) So I had been nearly yelling at everything.

My dad just very slightly opened my door to my bedroom.

I whipped my head around to growl and yell at him when he pushes a can of frosting and a spoon to me on a plate.

Don't think that's funny?

He then proceeded to run down the stairs yelling "I fed Satan."

So yah

Love you too dad!