<human>: Alright, not sure if this post will make you cringe, but sure as *hell* made me cringe. So I'm attending a dance tonight, and I though to myself, "Hey, why not play some video games to chillax for a bit?"

I hop on the 'ole Xbox and launch the first game that catches my eye in my half-assed collection: Call of Duty Black Ops II. First mistake. I'm a notoriously loud serial rager, and have one helluva potty mouth to boot. Second mistake? Deciding to try and raise my K/D. 

You can probably see where this is going. 

Anyways, I get into a few lobbies, quit, play a bit and then quit, and decide to play some Kill Confirmed on Raid. Its one of my favorite maps in the game, so I decide to go tryhard.

Fast forward to my second VSAT streak; I'm one measly confirm away from my VSAT, and decide to call in my chopper. Bad move.

Next thing I know, Jimmy Quickscopes comes up and gats me, causing me to scream a hearty, "FUCKING FAGGOT!" into my mic.

No big deal, right? Everyone rages. Wrong.

See, today is a Friday night. Which means my younger and *impressionable as hell* kid sister has piano lessons. With her openly gay piano instructor.

Added bonus: Since I have a dance to attend, I get to awkwardly shuffle by them as I leave.

*Shit.*

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<bot>: I screamed "FUCKING FAGGOT!" while my impressionable kid sister and her openly gay piano instructor were out in the living room. I get to walk by them in about 20 minutes.