Lingerie and Coffee Bean Fight

OH boy

G-ma's gonna have my head.

So Neal and I were having an argument and I got angry and looked for the nearest way of assault and my eyes settled upon the DOOR! And LO and BEHOLD there hung a cutesy pink little bra that happened to belong to my grandma. So I hurl it at Neal, forgetting that it is not a ball and will not fly like one. It lands behind the TV, and Neal runs to get it and picks it up with his two fingers, treating it like toxic waste. He gets ready to chuck it at me, and I run into the kitchen and look for the nearest weapon. For some reason I set my sights upon the coffee machine. As Neal comes around the corner, I plan to thunk him on the head with the coffee machine full of beans. My parents don't drink coffee, so I momentarily forget its plugged into the wall, and I yank it out, but it doesn't come out easy, and it knocks the coffee jar over as well, and it spews out beans everywhere.

There is a HUGE mess to clean up, all before my grandma and mom get home. I'm in deep doodoo if either of my siblings snitch.