hahaha I'm still crying. okay, so I was at the beach club with my brother. and he was in one of his "moods." ( he's some immature and he's 9 and still throws temper tantrums. he needs therapy. ) he was getting on my nerves extremely. I was playing music from my phone bc there was no WiFi and I was bored and so uh this happened.
o= me n= brother
n: *makes really weird whiny noises*
o: would u shut up omfg toughen up kid.
n: *more aggressive whiny noises*
o: *sighs and turns up music* (the song was dear maria, count me in by atl)
n: WOULD YOU SHUT THAT OFF.
o: nah.
n: shut it off!
o: *singing* DOESNT THAT MEAN YOU'LL BE THE SHOW GIRL OF THE HOME TEAMMMM I'LL BE THE NARRATORRRE TELLING ANOTHER TALE OF THE AMERICAN DREAM.
n: STOP
o: *high notes come* I SEE YOUR NAME IN LIGGGGGGGHHHHTTTSSS
n: *starts hitting me and pours ice tea over me*
o: JFC U BITCH
then my mom came in and yelled at me. not at me. at him.
guess what the punishment was.
he had to go to the closet.
AHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
but now my only shorts were dirty and I have to wear sweats until they're clean again.
the little bitch.
