You'll be getting a lot of these because my younger brother Danny and I have a somewhat unique relationship. ***Disclaimer: When he says that he hates me and that I'm gay, it means he loves me. I'm not gay. ;-)
The first one:
-D: *whine* I want CHOOOOOCOLATE!
-M: Dude. Quit being loud.
-D: Do you have any chocolate?
-M: Why? Are you PMSing?
-D: Yes. My ovaries are flaring.
-M: Do you remember that Mr. Goodbar Robyn gave me?
-D: *eyes lighting up* You still have it?!?!?
-M: It's in the freezer.
-D: Can I have some?
-M: What's in it for me?
-D: I love you.
-M: Go away and never speak to me again!
-D: Ah! I mean! You're GAY! I freaking hate you GAY!
-M: Here, you can have half of it.
The second one occured a few nights ago during an episode of Grey's Anatomy.
-D: Wait. I don't get it. She's having an affair?
-M: Yes. With that guy.
-D: And he's married to the red-head?
-M: Yes.
-D: And that chick wants all her bad parts gone.
-M: Yes. She doesn't want to risk the cancer coming back.
-D: What do they do, just throw them in a box?
-M: I don't know. I'm not a surgeon.
-D: Wait. Wait. Are they...?
-M: Dating? Yes.
-D: No, like, cutting him open.
-M: Oh...yeah.
*long pause*
-D: We just demonstrated the difference between boys and girls.
-M: Yeah, so?
*another long pause*
-D: I am SO confused.
I love my brother.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
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2 comments:
You are by far the most amusing blogger I know. :)
I'm glad you enjoy my daily ramblings. :-D At least someone does.
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