My Life

Shirts Man

Hi y'all. So this is a story from today. I was talking to one of my friends and decided why not post it on here. So background, for marching band we get shirts they all look exactly the same. I'm just copy and pasting what I said to her because anything else is too much work lol. 

So you know out hydrodynamics shirts from 8th grade, well i got dressed this morning in that shirt and my black sweats and i walk out of my room first then he comes out in his same exact shirt and black shorts. Like THE FUCK BRO YOU WANT PEOPLE TO ACTUALLY THINK THAT WE ARE TWINS NOW. and i was ready first so you copied me and then my mom is like what size are your shirts and i say large bc like all of my shirts that we get from like band or dance or whatever are always at least one size bigger bc thats how my mom wants it but my brother always just does his actual size bc he forgets to get bigger. But anyways he didn't know what size his was, i knew they were the same size, but when we have the same shirts i always color in my tag with a purple sharpie and everyone knows that so like he shouldnt end up with my shirt right? wrong. he checks the tag to see the size and then realizes its MY FUCKING SHIRT and he proceeds to say this and then we both rush to our rooms to switch (neither of us changing shirts bc the other will not win) and we argue about how it smells like the other kid and im like idk how that even happened bc i grabbed that off of my floor and i wore it for like half an hour the other day and it was my shirt bc it was colored in and now its magically not my shirt like what the fuck man
yes this is all over how my brother coppied me.

I hope y'all are doing well in this upsetting time (especially y'all students and people that still have to work). I'll be back at some point lol. Bye Y'all