If MBTI types had a country each...

My father always told me that if your good at something, never do it for free.

Well, my father was a drinker... and a fiend. And one day he goes of craaaazier than usual. My mother pulls a knife. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. He comes at me, laughing as he does it. He sticks the blade in my mouth. Why. So. Serious?! Let's put a smile on that face.
 
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