Before I begin this first post of infamy, I will begin with a background story. So (see? I told you I liked to start sentences this way) I will first begin by saying that my brother is 13 years old. My brother is unbelievably witty for his age. In fact, he is so witty, that I have no idea where he gets it from. I am often floored by the hilarious comments that make their way out of his mouth (when he's not stuffing it with chicken fingers and Subway sandwiches). I mean, both of our parents are SOMEWHAT witty (if you enjoy a sick sense of humor), and I have been told that I am quite hilarious myself (by the people who don't completely hate me), although, I have to be honest, I am not a natural witty person. Really what I do is just sit online and read funny blogs until that person's hilariousness manifests itself into my pathetic brain. But my brother, he is genuinely an amazingly funny person, and for that, I am envious. But lucky for you (ha, I'm doing that thing where I blog as if people are actually reading my posts...), this makes for humorous interactions between my brother and I. And I will post these in my blog.
*cooking chicken tenders*
"EW TYLER, this chicken isn't cooked!"
"yes it is!"
"It's WIGGLY!"
"...well Cara....you get what you deserve"
"...you're a dick."
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