Karen barges into my house at 3 a.m. with her toddler and smashes my TV, so I kick them both out on the street.

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Buckle up everyone, cause this is a bumpy ride.

Okay, so I was chilling in my living room around 3 a.m. playing some video games.

My parents are at a town visiting some friends and I decided to stay home, house to myself and all.

So here I am in nothing but my broad panties when there's a knock at the door.

WTF, I think to myself, so I scrambled to get my clothes on and I answered the door.

It was a family acquaintance with her already whiny little brat.

She's also visibly pregnant and will get to why that part is important later.

For the sake of the story, I'm gonna refer to her as Karen and the brat as the brat.

Hey Karen, what's going on?

My car broke down and tow company can't come get my car until tomorrow.

Do you think me and the brat can crash here tonight?

Sure, you guys can sleep in the living room, so I let them in.

You want anything to eat or drink?

Coffee, if it's not any trouble.

Sure, no problem.

So I go to make some coffee when I see the brat picking up my controller.

Hey little guy, please put that down.

Oh, can't he play a game?

No, I'm in the middle of something, plus he wouldn't know how to play the type of game.

But he really wants to, don't you, brat.

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