Okay first, I ran out of deodorant. ( I am extra poor and my mom was buying my basic essentials, including shampoo, lotion, and deodorant) I THOUGHT you were coming back on Sunday and I had just enough to get through Sunday... but nooooo you come back on Monday. So I don't even feel bad. Fuck you and your strong deodorant.
HOWEVER, you are clearly missing the MOST awkward part of this whole past week, my dear brother.
So I walk in brothers room and go "I need you to look at something and tell me if its a wart," sit on his bed, and proceed to show him the bottom of my foot. I look up in time to see the look of complete horror settle into a look of pure relief
Fucker thought I was going to show him a vaginal wart or something. Come on, I am not that bad! Plus I am psycho careful to make sure their is no brother/sister possibility of catching nudity! You know I even always have a bra on under my shirts! (and, for the record, there are no warts, foot or vagina related). Relax child.
I obviously have won the awkward-off though, since he thought I was gonna show my cooter. I WIN!!!!
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