And my car will still stink. Don't cover up nasty smells with Old Spice. Just makes it worse. End of story.
And today, my 7 year old brother stole all of my 5 year old sisters toy's and ran away with them. Jerk. My sister, having been raised by yours truly, hits him and gets her stuff back. Girl Power. Of course, my brother starts crying and tattles. Guess who gets sent to their room? My Sister! If someone is trying to rob you and you break their arm, you don't go to jail. Actually...If you just break someone's arm for kicks do you go to jail? I wonder what the charge is called. " Aggravated General Doucheness. 3rd Degree." Perhaps I'll ask my goverment teacher. Point is, if you mess with my sister, you mess with her fists. And I'll be yelling encouragement to her. We're tight like that.

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