Hey everyone!
So today I'm going to tell you about the time I ruined a party in the most awkward way. This happened just the other night. We had a few friends over for some games and good times. It was kind of late at night (and for us late is like 11:30, living it up!) and we were all just sitting around sharing jokes. Now the kind of jokes we enjoy are the anti-jokes, kind of stupid but totally hilarious.
We were all laughing our heads off (not literally, but pretty darn close!) at the jokes we liked when we started talking about the kind of jokes we don't like, dead baby jokes being everyone's least favorite. A Holocaust joke was mentioned and up to this point the atmosphere had been light hearted and rather enjoyable. Until I happened. Me and my big mouth have a way of killing the mood. For some inexplicable reason I thought it would be a good idea to mention this picture I had seen floating around the internet. The picture was of the inside of a gas chamber at a concentration camp, and on the walls there were scratch marks from the people trapped inside. See, now even you, dear reader, feel uncomfortable. You can only imagine how the atmosphere was like. The awkwardness was palpable. You could cut it with a knife. Crickets could be heard chirping in the background.
Congratulations Bindi, you've done it again!
Lesson learned, there is no better way to kill a party than the Holocaust.
Dearly yours,
Bindi.
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