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Hi, my name is Scythe
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| Created: 2009-08-12 20:45:50 |
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Does anyone want to buy him? Please? No, never mind that, I will actually pay someone to take him.
I fuucking hate him. He's an a'sshole and he's going to go nowhere in life.
I was reading this article earlier about potential rap'ists and my brother literally has all of the signs. And not just a little bit. He has them to the EXTREME. He's arragant, doesn't care about other people, puts every down, has mood swings, threatens people, has a temper, and is violent towards his girlfriends. I remember a few years ago he kicked his girlfriend in the face and gave her a nosebleed, and he was only thirteen. So I can only imagine what he'll be like when he's in his twenties and thirties.
What made me want to write this rant was pizza. Just one box of pizza, and my brother just HAD to do something fuucked up.
I didn't get to eat lunch or dinner today because I had to go out and my mom told me she'd save a few slices for me. I got home and is there any pizza saved for me? No. Because my brother ate the pizza that was supposed to be for me.
That wasn't even the fuucked up part.
I ordered another pizza, a really small pizza, just for myself with my own money. When the pizza came, my brother got home from wherever he was, and I told him he couldn't have any because he already had some earlier.
So my brother decides to complain to my parents like the little biitch he is that I won't let him have pizza.
Him: Mom, she won't let me have any of her pizza.
Me: You just had pizza earlier. You ate the pizza that was supposed to be for me because I didn't get to eat anything today.
Him: So?
Me: So you can't have any of this. It's mine.
Parents: GIVE HIM SOME PIZZA. DON'T BE SPOILED.
Me: What the hell?
Parents: You have a whole pizza there. You can give him a slice.
Me: He just had like, three slices. MY three slices that I didn't even get to eat because I wasn't here. And now I'm supposed to give him MORE pizza that I paid for?
Parents: RAWR RAWR RAWR BIITCH BIITCH BIITCH RAWR.
Me: -throws a piece of pizza on the table-
Him: YOU JUST THREW IT ON THE TABLE! NOW IT'S ALL DIRTY AND I CAN'T EAT IT, GIVE ME A NEW PIECE.
And of course my parents made me give him a new piece.
And they wouldn't let me take the food up to my room, so me and my brother had to sit together at the table eating it. As soon as my parents left the kitchen, my brother started singing, "I got pizza! I got pizza! Ha-ha-ha!" like a fuucking five year old.
I tried to ignore him but he just kept saying shiit like, "Wow this is some good pizza, that you paid for."
Me: So what. You only got to have one slice. I get the rest.
Him: -throws half of the slice of pizza away instead of finishing it-
Me: WTF!?!RGHDFH@!!?
Him: Guess what?
Me: -stares-
Him: You know how I ate your pizza earlier? Well, after that, I went out to a diner and I got even MORE pizza.
Me: I don't believe you.
Him: I have the receipt to prove it. So not only did I eat your pizza earlier, and the pizza you just bought right now, but I already had pizza at the diner. Ha-ha!
Me: -FUUCK FUUCK FUUCKING FUUCKER-
Don't you love how my brother gets everything he wants, even if it's mine, and even if he already had it before, and my parents let him?
Because I sure as hell fuucking don't.
[/rant on brothers and pizza] |
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