Roomie: My dog knocked over my wine last night and drank like a quarter of the bottle. I raised an alchy.
Friend: Of course you did. Its hereditary.
Roomie: Great. I raised a gay alcoholic dog. I am such a failure. Now I know how my parents must feel about me!
Friend: Haha. You're not gay. So at least there is that...
Roomie: I"ll be sure to remind them of that next time my mother breaks into tears over how I am going to wind up unemployed and alone because I am a failure at life.
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