Confession Bear

once, during thanksgiving dinner when i was 16, my abusive grandmother demanded i got up and got her a beer from the other room. i got up, grabbed the beer and shook the living tick out of it.

naturally, it exploded all over her freshly served dinner. i convinced my whole family that it was just a really cold beer as she argued that i did it on purpose. she left without taking a bite.

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