My mom is recounting the time she was stung by a scorpion. Mind you, it was smaller than a honeybee and she was totally fine.
My mom: Well, I did get stung by a scorpion.
Me: Oh my god. That story again. It doesn't even count.
My mom: But I could've died.
My dad: Well at least you wouldn't still be bitching about it.
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