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Temper, Temper

Grandpa was amazingly well-tempered considering the forced stay-over in Salt Lake City and the near 12 hours of wandering around the airport waiting for his flight.

Guy was amazingly foul-tempered considering that I offered to cook dinner for him. During the cursing and yelling I was unsure as to how he was feeling. I think it was the throwing things that finally cleared things up.

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because there’s nothing that amuses me more than hearing your pathetic opinion


Wow! Is that leg you gnawed off still handy?


sadly no, but I do still have one left...


double rant?
and guy wasnt mad because you offered to cook, right?


guy wasn't mad about my offer to help. he was mad about dinner, but wasn't willing to let me do it.


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