Some things really bother me. Little, meaningless things usually. But it is based on principle and it really gets me going.
So what is it? Well, I happen to have a sibling. This sibling has this terrible habit of taking my stuff and use it as if it was his own. Stuff like my car, tools in the house whatever. Now, I have no problem using those things, if you return them to where they are kept. Like tools. Well, lets clarify. Don't touch my car if you have your own. If you don't have a car, take the bus or walk or bike or whatever. But not so. My dear brother uses my stuff as if it were his own and then the silly bugger, he lies about it.
He also has this terrible habit of wearing my clothes and then like a dummy, taking pictures in it and posting it on facebook. For Pete's sakes man, if you're going to deny using my stuff, at least don't put the pictures up yourself!
People like that make me really mad. It is as if we have one set of rules and some of us are free to ignore it. Well, no more of that. Listen up you little punk, the next time I am home, I am going to kick your ass all the way up Burnaby mountain. And then I am going to lock my stuff in something and put it away from your reach forever.
So what is it? Well, I happen to have a sibling. This sibling has this terrible habit of taking my stuff and use it as if it was his own. Stuff like my car, tools in the house whatever. Now, I have no problem using those things, if you return them to where they are kept. Like tools. Well, lets clarify. Don't touch my car if you have your own. If you don't have a car, take the bus or walk or bike or whatever. But not so. My dear brother uses my stuff as if it were his own and then the silly bugger, he lies about it.
He also has this terrible habit of wearing my clothes and then like a dummy, taking pictures in it and posting it on facebook. For Pete's sakes man, if you're going to deny using my stuff, at least don't put the pictures up yourself!
People like that make me really mad. It is as if we have one set of rules and some of us are free to ignore it. Well, no more of that. Listen up you little punk, the next time I am home, I am going to kick your ass all the way up Burnaby mountain. And then I am going to lock my stuff in something and put it away from your reach forever.
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