My mom feels the need to burst into my room at random times, and complain about things. It's usually a soda can sitting on my night stand, and I'm usually still drinking it.
I finally found a way to make her shut up. :D I just started popping my back/knuckles/neck/ears/etc...
Yes, ears. Get over it.
She hates that, so she ran off mid-sentence.
I feel somewhat accomplished.
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y por lo que el león se enamoró de el cordero...
lo que es un estúpido cordero