|Older brothers...should rot
||[Feb. 9th, 2006|12:12 pm]
*groans* I wonder whom in the Universe said that the older brother had the right to make their youngest brother's life miserable?
I often say that I love my brother, yes, 1 of 'em. Not the other. I have 2 of 'em.
He is so old he could very well be my father, too; he takes atributes that don's suit him, specially when he barges in my room and wants to act like we were good friends. We ain't. He is smelly, he is fat and stupid. I that he always smells like a drunk and only comes home to see how much money he can scam from Dad.
He is a pig.
He always has something to say about me, like if I don't have enough to deal with, he says I am not good enough.
"when will you grow up some beard?" "when will you stop clinging at Dad's sarong?" "you are only bones and skin, get some muscles!" PHBBT!
Like I want to be a bulk ox like him and his sons!
Stupidity must run on one branch of the family, and he suck it all for himself. *snerk*