Sunday bloody Sunday. It ain’t fun. It ain’t relaxing, just boring.
You never do what you’re suppoosed to: clean, take care of the dishes, get a life. I’ll do that next Sunday instead.
But, but – I do think, or think – I know, one of my sisters (good looking) friends have a slight crush on me. My sister recited(?) her.
– Your younger brother, he’s single right?
– Yes.
– He has a cute butt.
I don’t know what my sister said then. Later, when my sister and the other girl sat drinking coffe, I came by.
– Would You give your younger brother a lift home, I said, I’d buy you a glass of water.
– No way, she said. Dream on.
– I can drive you, the friend said.
– Yes, do that, I shouted.
– No way, my sister said again. Stay away from my brother, he’s not a good man.
I like being objectified like that.
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