Sooo, my mom had friends coming over and asked my sisters to clean their rooms and make their beds. One of them said:
I didn't know diner was going to be served in my room.
Then the other:
Yeah, why do we have to make our beds if it's just going to be messed up in the end?
My mom thought about this for a bit, and then said:
Well, I don't know why I feed you if you're just going to die in the end.
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