So earlier today, I was chilling on my parent's bed since it's in the living room. Later that day, when my parents and I were all home, my step dad confronts me when he is about to go to sleep.
"G, I don't want to come off as a jerk." He says, "but you can't be on my pillow anymore."
"What? Why?"
"There are hairs that are poking me in the face, and they feel like spiders."
I shed, okay, gosh.
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RandomBOOK FOUR Don't we know what this book is going to be about? If don't then - Funny short stories with my friends and sometimes family involved. All is real, except the stories, like Bob's spirit in the landfill *sniffles*. If you have not read the...