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glumshoe:

When my godsister and I were kids, her parents got this wolf-shaped cookie jar that howled whenever the lid was opened to prevent her sneaking her hand in and stealing cookies.

I couldn’t wrap my head around why they got that cookie jar in the first place. Sneaking just wasn’t her style. It was my style - I’d wait for the perfect opportunity to strike, create a diversion, plot three excuses in case I got caught, and attempt to calculate the maximum number of cookies I could steal at one time without rousing suspicion and where I could store them safely until I was ready to eat them.

My godsister, on the other hand, was the sort to walk up to the cookie jar, shove her hand in, and stuff her face while staring at you defiantly, as if challenging you to stop her. What are you going to do? The cookies are already in her mouth. They’re hers now. She’s won.

I guess it’s no surprise that she became a pro kickboxer and Muay Thai champion.

Holy shit

how do you know the jar wasn’t meant to stop you instead of her?

‘Cause I never got caught.

Fight her and post it to tumblr it will be funny

You want to see me utterly pulverized? No way dude. I’ve been on the wrong end of her “affectionate” punches even before she learned to fight for real and it was not fun. I don’t want to find out how much she’s improved.

Rogue class vs Fighter class