He’s always in my way.
He always leaves his toys all over the house.
Daddy’s little chip off the old block—what am I?
I’m sick of my parents and that little Brother of mine.
Just last night he ruined my life again, the little bastard.
I was hanging out in the park smoking some good Stuff with Troy and Jeff and came home because I had the munchies something bad.
There was lots of celery in the ice box, that’s about it.
Not the stuff that hits the spot.
There it was—a container of Pringles sitting next to his stuffed animals on the sofa.
Wasn’t much left, so I popped off the plastic lid and tapped the bottom of the red cylinder and captured every last morsel.
I slept good last night, and he woke me up screaming—asking mom who took his scab collection.
Little brothers are a pain.
He always leaves his toys all over the house.
Daddy’s little chip off the old block—what am I?
I’m sick of my parents and that little Brother of mine.
Just last night he ruined my life again, the little bastard.
I was hanging out in the park smoking some good Stuff with Troy and Jeff and came home because I had the munchies something bad.
There was lots of celery in the ice box, that’s about it.
Not the stuff that hits the spot.
There it was—a container of Pringles sitting next to his stuffed animals on the sofa.
Wasn’t much left, so I popped off the plastic lid and tapped the bottom of the red cylinder and captured every last morsel.
I slept good last night, and he woke me up screaming—asking mom who took his scab collection.
Little brothers are a pain.
