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In my honest defense, I'm an extremely patient Guy. Growing up with two maniac sisters gifted me with the ability to maintain my calm...being punched as a child while my sister sat on my chest while yelling "I'm not gonna stop till you stop crying"....helped...I guess. Point is, despite his behavior, I was fine. Well, time rolls on and ignoring him had become an artform...until I hear the dryer....which I had just loaded my and Kdie's underwear into. In the end it turns out he left a sock in there and we didn't see it when we loaded it. Between rational folk, no big deal right? But I go out into the hall and check on it and Larry is kneeling down surrounded by her panties and such, yelling about how "if (I) was more careful (he) wouldn't have to be going through (our) s**t"

I did not lose my calm.

I go back to Kdie and say "get Caleb, otherwise I'm going to murder Larry"

She took me very seriously, and shot over to his door and started knocking.

Now I'm slowly stalking Larry. I'm watching him go into the kitchen with his nose in the air, yelling how the kitchen looks like s**t. I'm losing it. I remember smiling till my face hurt and my nails digging into my palm, he's now grabbing our plates and pans from the sink and throwing them onto the rug. The next thing he threw was two glass plates at once, and they slipped and smashed onto the kitchen floor with bits of it shooting in every direction. I heard Kdie say "oh s**t", then hear her yelling for Caleb to hurry up. I'm going to kill him, and enjoy it. This 5'6 dumpy pile of crap would die, I'd eBay all his comic books and figures (all in the original unopened case), then let his cat out into the world while nobody gave a crap. But as I start walking Caleb shoots outta his room and intervenes. Kdie is trying to chill me out and everyone is screaming...mostly at Larry.

"I'm fine", I said to her. By now Caleb had Larry off into the Living Room advising him to stop pissing everyone off. I say "I know how to fix this, you broke my s**t, I'm breaking yours"...and before I could make out the arguments opposed to my plan, there was more s**t to clean up.