Wed
16
Nov '05
The facts:
My brother lives 2 blocks from me.
I live between my brother and a gas station (which is about another 2 blocks).
My brother wanted me to burn a CD for him.
I wanted some cigarettes.
The story (as I remember it):
My brother messages me and says “burn me a CD.”
I say “I’m getting ready for bed, why don’t you go get me a pack of cigarettes and by the time you get here I will have the CD ready for you.”
He says: “No, i don’t want to get you cigarretes.”
I say “Well I don’t want to burn you a CD”
We kind of carry on like that for a while. He tells me he’s not the cigarette fairy. I tell him to get me a pack of cigarettes, and I will pay for not only my cigarettes, but also a pack for him (which I owe him, but that’s another story).
My brother messages me and says “burn me a CD.”
I say “I’m getting ready for bed, why don’t you go get me a pack of cigarettes and by the time you get here I will have the CD ready for you.”
He says: “No, i don’t want to get you cigarretes.”
I say “Well I don’t want to burn you a CD”
We kind of carry on like that for a while. He tells me he’s not the cigarette fairy. I tell him to get me a pack of cigarettes, and I will pay for not only my cigarettes, but also a pack for him (which I owe him, but that’s another story).
So the final deal I offer him is: He will get a CD (with 11 albums on it might I add) and a pack of cigarettes, I will get a pack of cigarettes delivered to me.
I think that’s a fair deal. Well, he didn’t and turns it down. So I get my jacket on, find my keys, warm up my car and head to the gas station. Who is at the gas station? It’s my mother fucking brother. What’s he doing? Buying fucking cigarettes. For who? His room mate, who he claims is drunk and couldn’t drive to get cigarettes.
Is the world around me going fucking crazy?
This is hilarious. hahahaha. Seriously, they need to take a common sense 101 or something.