Tuesday, October 14, 2008
i think my msn died. it just collasped and passed out. oh no.
my stupid brother finally got a lecture from my dad. about the profanities. he is mad. i cannot have a conversation with him without any of those words.
[ watching Manchester United TV channel together]
me: hey, can you pass me the remote
ian: [no response]
me: [grab the remote and change to E! entertainment]
ian: WHAT THE HELL! oh f*ck! they were going to score a goal!
me: do i look like i care?
ian: oh f*ck! give me the f*cking remote!
me: no! this is the heath ledger true hollywood story and i want to watch!
ian: F*CK!!!!F*CK!!!
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ian: [ reading some wierdo football mag]
me: [walk in and turn off the lights][on purpose]
ian: turn on the lights lah, you bitch, i can't see.
me: [walk out of room]
ian: F*ck you.
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me: [enter his room to get my chem textbook that he's been hogging]
ian: f*ck off. what do you want.
me: i'm going to tell mummy and papa that you said the f-word. where is my chem book?
ian: so what if i say the f-word. f*ckitty f*ck f*ck. [mimics in high falsetto]OMG! i just said the F-WORD!
ian: f*ck off, bitch
me: [angry]
me:[very angry]
me: f*ck you too, you asshole
ian: mummy! she said the f-word!
it has gotten that bad. seriously, talking to him nowadays is like talking to ka onn.
you're funny.
