The other week at the resthome, I was assisting the one resident with a good sense of humor who I joke with about being a partier, and she accidentally knocked a plastic cup of water onto the floor when she went to go do something.
"Please!", I was like to her. "Your drunkenness, your filthy mouth, that I can take, but throwing things at me is a step too far."
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