I woke up this morning to a loud, urgent rap on my door. Before I could halfway open my groggy eyes, my buffalo of a brother charged into the room, clapping his hands army style, shouting "WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP!". Instinctively, I clutched my bolster and blanket closer to me, but he yanked it away mercilessly. Before my dignity can be further assualted, I sat upright in bed (as upright as I could in my semi comatose state) and waved the white flag.
It's like deja vu with role reversal. I have a doofus for a brother.
08 November 2007
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