I'm my room it's a typical Monday night, I'm doing stuff that I would do.
My brother yells out my name.
What teh hell.
^as that was saying my brother tells out my name because I think he's injured but I know he's not and k go back to my room to do my homework. He calls me and tells me to come back and I say no, then he says how he cleaned the whole house yesterday and I did nothing yet I still won't come. He calls me a spoiled brat and hangs up. Few minutes later I feel bad and goes to see what was wrong
THEN LIKE THE SON OF A WOMAN (can't really use that one since I would be calling my mom a female dog), HE SAYS HE HAS A POPCORN DEFICIENCY. THAT ASSHOLE. HE IS CLOSER TO THE KITCHEN THAN ME
