HAHAHA
I won a bet. So here’s what went down:
Me: cake is better.
Brother:No ice-cream is better.
Me: hey this reminds me of Splatoon 2 cake vs. ice-cream.
Brother: No that was Splatoon 1.
Me: Splatoon 2.
Brother Splatoon 1.
Me: Splatoon 2.
Brother: I bet 20 dollars that it’s Splatoon 1. (20 dollars he did not have, I might add.)
Me: deal. (I had the money.)
Me: *proves it’s Splatoon 2*
Brother: what.
Me: HAHA
Brother: ...
Me. PAY YOUR TAXES
Brother: I never bet anything.
Me: YES YOU DID
Mom: *walks in* What is happening?
Me: He bet 20 dollars that Cake vs. Ice-cream was in Splatoon 1 and was wrong so now he owes me.
Brother: No I don’t.
Mom: You should never bet, it’s a terrible idea.
Me: Well he bet, and unless you have a time machine he needs to pay up.
Mom: *brothers name* you don’t have any money do you?
Brother: *shakes head*
Insert debate with me highlighting details on why he should give me the money.*
Mom: *brothers name* you owe her 20 dollars.
Me: yes!
Brother: what?!
Mom: it’s your fault for making the irresponsible choice.
Dad-who-was-here-the-whole-time-just-didn’t-speak: and this is why you should be a lawyer.
My entire family thinks I should be a lawyer. Some of the even call me lawyer. A farking random person of the street had one conversation with me then said I should be a lawyer. What. (Yay I’m good at arguing?)