He is my brother. We get along perfectly now because I don’t live with him anymore

January 1, 2017

“My car broke down on me and now I have to find someone to give me a boost. I am in my wife’s car and she is in my truck. I was taking her car to the shop and I was taking him to pick up my sister’s car. We are messed up all the way around. This what I get for being Mr. Nice Guy. I am going back home and getting out of the covers and I am not coming out of the house. Can you tell this is my little brother?”

“I am the baby.”

“Was he mean to you growing up?”

“Oh yeah.”

“He is not lying.”

“He used to put me in the dryer and turn it on. I would be in there boom, boom boom. We had a laundry shoot from the top floor to the basement and he would drop me in there into the clothes.”

“Did you ever get him back?”

“He stuck me with a knife.”

“And a fork.”

“I still have the marks to prove it for life. I am 51 years old. We get along perfectly now because I don’t live with him anymore. I have been married for three years. I married her on her birthday, which is perfect, I only have to get her one gift. I am not crazy, I just look like it. I have to stop drinking on the 29th through the 5th because I am going to the doctor. I have to get my hip replaced but they have to take care of my stomach cancer first. My dad died from stomach cancer, but I will be okay. God is looking out for me.”

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