I just remembered this story from when I was a lot younger. It's not that anything happened but for some reason I just suddenly remembered out of no where, so here it is. Don't you hate that feeling that no matter what you say, you still know that no one is going to believe you? Because all the 'evidence' is stacked up against you. Anyways, when I was heaps younger and I still am LOL, there was this time in china where me and my fat ass cousin would always buy the same things so that the other won't get jealous. Then one time his mum bought him cartoons and shit. I didn't really get jealous or anything cos I just didn't care, they were shit quality anyways, what do you expect for something that's come from china. Continuing on with the story, one day his 'DVDs' went 'missing' and the only one at home was me because I was sick since I always got food poisoning and my mum was out buying food. When the fat cunt and his mum got home, he started accusing me of stealing his shit. Bitch please, even of you gave that to me for free I still wouldn't want it. So obviously the odds were stacked against me, where him and his mum would start interrogating and my mum wasn't in a position to say anything since she wasn't here, except to tell me to tell the truth. And I did. It wasn't me and I don't know. Then the obese fucking bear went to my room and 'found' his DVDs.. I just started crying because I knew I whatever I said, it wasnt going to change the fact that they still believed I was the culprit, which probably made it looks more suspicious. But yeah, my mum just had this look of disappointment on her face and didn't say a thing. Moral of the story? If you have a fat cunt as a cousin, punch him the face before he fucks you over to show him who's boss.