THE FOLLOWING ARE SCENARIOS THAT TOOK PLACE WHILE LILY PLAYED GAMES WITH ADULTS AND WAS UP EXTREMELY LATE

DO  NOT ATTEMPT
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Me: *Reading card aloud* Take an intimate object near you and place it in your lap.

Female Adult(I'll call her BC): Intimate, eh?

Me: INANIMATE! I MEANT INANIMATE!

Female Adult 2(I'll call her S): *giggles* I thought this was a kids game.

All adults around me: *burst into laughter*

Little Sis(C): *bewildered look on face* What are you laughing at?

Adults: *laugh more*

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*Lily is now alone in a sea of adults. All other children have abandoned her and gone upstairs*

Stepmom: She's a mean-a** B.

BC: What is wrong with your filter?

Stepmom: What?

BC: You bleep out the "B" word, but you still say the "A" word?

Stepmom: Oh...

Me: You know, -insert Stepmom's name here- , you're just like our refrigerator the other day.

Stepmom: Why?

Me: Cuz you need a new filter!

Adults(other than Stepmom): OOOOOOOOH, BUUURRRNNEED!

Stepmom: Why am I friends with you people...?

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*we are now playing Apple to Apples*

Me: *drinks Coke* My card is terrible!

BC: Oh really?

Me: Yep. I just used it to get rid of it.

(later, during selection)

Adult female(BR): I choose....machine guns.

Me: *screams at top of lungs* WOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I WINNNN!!!!

(later)

Random adult: And the winner is.....Going to grandma's house!

Me: *screams louder* YEEEEAAAHHHHH

(Later)

Me: *screams more*

(Later)

Me: *screams even more*

(later)

Me: *screams for the fiftieth time*

BC: Child, if you scream one more time, I will stuff those cards right down your windpipe.

Me: *giggles*

BC: Wether or not you can breathe is your own choice.

Me: *explodes into laughter*

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Me: *is still giggling* S-so, I w-*laughs more* I-I won, so here are the c-cards I got. *reads out cards*

Me: *devolves into giggles*

Stepmom: I think Lily's high on staying up too late.

Me: *laughs obnoxiously loud*

S: What is she doing?

Me: *with giggles in between each word* I don't know how my friends can stand me when I'm up this late.

Stepmom: I don't know how your friends don't murder you when you're up this late.

BR: You should let her sleep in tomorrow...............forever.

Dad: Yup. You here that, Lily?

Me: *is on the floor, laughing hysterically*

Dad: Okay then! We are definitely sleeping in tomorrow!
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Yeah.....
I act like I'm practically drunk and/or high when I'm up too late....
WELP, TIME TO STAY UP EVEN LATER!! WOOHOOOOOOO!!