last night i went into my sister’s room to say something and she was like “shut up” and I was like, “no”, and then she was like “come on the bed” and then I went and then she trapped me with her legs, so i started talking again, and she was like, “Just let me read my book” and then I was like trying to leave, and then she wouldn’t let me leave. And then i kept talking, and she’s like “shut up”, and i was like, “either let me leave or let me talk” and then she was like, “NO. just stay here and shut up.” and then she pushed me down with her leg every time I tried to get off the bed. 

and then that’s when i learned that I am a talkative person. hey, I grace you with my words. (snort) My words are a blessing onto you, you boob! …  this is the end of my story.