I have a friend.
Its a good friend.
Somewhat of a comfort blanket.
I usually carry it with me in my purse, my car, and in times where a possible scuffle could occur.
One Christmas, I opened my stocking to find my little friend all gift wrapped and looking pretty.
That was the begining of a beautiful relationship.
Pepper spray.
To tell you the truth, I havn't used it yet; Which is a blessing, although I am itching to use it.
I think my dad regrets ever giving me the pepper spray after I almost accidentally used it on him once.
But I didn't!
One night at like 2 am or something, I wake up to a dim light on downstairs.
I got up, grabbed my pepper spray (which was so conveniently placed under my pillow), and slowly descended down the stairs.
"Hellllllo?!?" I yell as I continued down the stairs.
No answer.
Then without any warning, out of the room comes my dad who is shocked to see me let alone with my pepper spray in hand.
"Get that thing out of my face!" He yells.
I guess I don't blame him for being startled.
But none the less, safety first.
The next Christmas I asked for a tazer.
He said no.
You can imagine how awesome it is that Pop's signed my mom, sister, and I up for a
This should be fun.
:)
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