I was over at my cousin Herman's house when his older sister, Tiffany Jr. snapped at me bitchily to make a tiramisu. I was intending on playing Resident Evil 4 on GameCube instead of working in what we like to call "Tiff's Sweat Shop". Apparently, Tiffany Jr. has been bragging to her friends that she could make a killer tiramisu. When she got off the phone with her friends, she automatically put me and Herman to work while she sat at the couch eating chocolate chip cookies that I helped her bake a few minutes earlier. When I uttered that I do not consent to help make the tiramisu, she gave me a spine shattering punch to the shoulder that nearly dislocated it. It hurt like hell. Herman, on the other hand, was a bitch, and instantly got on to working the tiramisu with no sense of self-respect. When I finally realized the battle against my civil liberties could not be won, I started working and Tiffany Jr. had the nerve to make criticism about my cooking which was beautiful because I am taking a cooking class at a culinary college. At 4 o' clock, she took the tiramisu and I remember something like this.
Me: Can I have some of the tiramisu that I made?
Tiffany Jr.: Fuck no. That tiramisu is for my friends at the party. You don't get any. You don't even get the 8 cents the people working in China get. Fuck you.
Me: But I made it!
Her friends thought it was delicious. What hurts the most was me, being a great cook, did not even get to sample my own masterpiece. Damn you, Tiffany Jr.
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