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Me: *eats some bread*
Brother: You chew so loudly. You're such a retard.
Me: *chews louder*
Brother: You think you're so cool.
Me: *ignores him, then gets out a pack of Oreos to see what happens*
Brother: You're such a pig, you fat ass.
Me: Oh, the fat ass with a six-pack?
Brother: You don't have a six-pack.
Me: Yeah, I do.
Brother: Yeah, right. Let me see.
Me: You can feel it, if you want. *lifts up my shirt, counts the muscles* One, two, three, four, five, six.
Brother: *laughs* You don't have a six-pack. All I see is skin. You don't even know what a six-pack is, you loser. You're such a retard.
[Note: I do have a six-pack, thank you. I would hope so, after doing three hundred crunches every night and a ridiculous amount of conditioning at gymnastics, which I don't care to go into right now, and conditioning at karate as well. kthnxbai.]
Me: What, are you ashamed that your sister has one and you don't?
Brother: *I can tell he totally knows I have one* As if. You don't have a life. You don't have any friends. All you do is sit on the computer. You don't even want to hang out with your friends. At least I have a life.
Me: Ooh, dis.
Brother: You're acting like you don't care, leaning against the door and eating your Oreos. And you want to work at Barnes & Noble.
Me: As opposed to...?
Brother: You're such a retard.
Me: You know, people work at Barnes & Noble.
Brother: Yeah, not smart people who could go to Harvard.
Me: Aw, thank you. That's nice, coming from you.
Brother: *realizes he complimented me* You're such a retard. [The following was word-for-word] And that outfit you're wearing? It's so ugly. You're ugly.
[Note: The outfit that I was wearing was jeans, a white spaghetti strap tank top, and one of those wrap things that everyone wears.]
Me: *laughing* Oh, please, that's so junior high.
Brother: *mimicking* That's so junior high... You're a fucking ass.
Me: *leaves*
Brother: Bitch.
What an idiot.
Brother: You chew so loudly. You're such a retard.
Me: *chews louder*
Brother: You think you're so cool.
Me: *ignores him, then gets out a pack of Oreos to see what happens*
Brother: You're such a pig, you fat ass.
Me: Oh, the fat ass with a six-pack?
Brother: You don't have a six-pack.
Me: Yeah, I do.
Brother: Yeah, right. Let me see.
Me: You can feel it, if you want. *lifts up my shirt, counts the muscles* One, two, three, four, five, six.
Brother: *laughs* You don't have a six-pack. All I see is skin. You don't even know what a six-pack is, you loser. You're such a retard.
[Note: I do have a six-pack, thank you. I would hope so, after doing three hundred crunches every night and a ridiculous amount of conditioning at gymnastics, which I don't care to go into right now, and conditioning at karate as well. kthnxbai.]
Me: What, are you ashamed that your sister has one and you don't?
Brother: *I can tell he totally knows I have one* As if. You don't have a life. You don't have any friends. All you do is sit on the computer. You don't even want to hang out with your friends. At least I have a life.
Me: Ooh, dis.
Brother: You're acting like you don't care, leaning against the door and eating your Oreos. And you want to work at Barnes & Noble.
Me: As opposed to...?
Brother: You're such a retard.
Me: You know, people work at Barnes & Noble.
Brother: Yeah, not smart people who could go to Harvard.
Me: Aw, thank you. That's nice, coming from you.
Brother: *realizes he complimented me* You're such a retard. [The following was word-for-word] And that outfit you're wearing? It's so ugly. You're ugly.
[Note: The outfit that I was wearing was jeans, a white spaghetti strap tank top, and one of those wrap things that everyone wears.]
Me: *laughing* Oh, please, that's so junior high.
Brother: *mimicking* That's so junior high... You're a fucking ass.
Me: *leaves*
Brother: Bitch.
What an idiot.
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I read that part to Mallory (who's in gymnastics) and her response was "Three hundred?! That's alot!". She's been trying to do 50 a night, lol. Long way to go to three hundred.
Glad I don't have a brother, btw.
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Anyhow, yeah, it took me awhile to work up to three hundred. My goal is five hundred. ^_^
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*diez*
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You can tell your little brother my sister works at Barnes & Nobles and she flipping aced her English SATs.
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Yeah... my brother and sister're that way too.
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