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Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Protecting My Border

Our congresspeople offered some insightful analogies to the situation in Gaza as Jon Stewart reported. That is why we pay them so well, 'cause they're smart like that. I can play that game, too. Can you?

I have to share a room with my little step-brother. My mother gave me a computer. He doesn't have one. He thinks he should have a computer or should use mine. Ha! No way! What does he need one for anyway? He is just a little kid.

He can't come over to my side of the room. He can't come over to my side of the room at all. He knows it. We have a line. He has to cross my line to get to the door, but I let him, when he asks permission. Hey, I'm generous.


Anyway, he has started bugging me. He got peanut butter on my keyboard. I told him not to do that, but he did it again. I know he is using my computer without my permission. So I smacked him.

Then he put thumb tacks in my bed. Every night he does that kind of shit.

Last night I took the baseball bat my mom gave me and broke both of his arms and three ribs.

I had no other choice. Any other step brother would do the same. Wouldn't you?


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