phrases ben refuses to acknowledge:
i'm gonna blog that!
does this matchy match match?
if i accidentally forget to come home tonight, will you let daisy out in the morning?
if any of these are uttered from my mouth, he instantly stops listening. brothers can be so very annoying. if it weren't for the garbage removal and heavy box lifting, i would repeat above phrases over and over until he curls into a ball and cries for our mommy.
i've been banned from his apartment tonight for asking him if my pink vest and pink purse are too matchy match match. well, maybe there is something i am forgetting to mention. i walked in telling him just how hot my ass looks in my new jeans, when i realized there were others there. and not just any others. home teachers.
wait wait, there's more. last sunday i noticed he wasn't leaving for church. being the concerned big sister that i am, i went over to remind him (fine, i wanted to watch a movie over there). he was upstairs so i yelled to ask him if he was going to church. "no, i'm going to get some lunch instead". being me, i yelled back that he should stop choosing food over god. it was then i heard a nervous girl giggle. a real one, not the ben girl giggle (ak can back me up on that). why is it that i always manage to offend his friends?
there really ought to be a signal. not just for when they have girls over, but practicing mormons. if he is excommunicated soon, i will take all blame.....proudly.
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God I helpless!
God I helpless?
I'm dumbass!
it's dave, your fave, the new wave dave slave, your old room...mate
DAVE! didn't we have some good times? i miss you, and your polish selection. come visit daisy and i, on gg night!
you know that's why we love you... that incredible ability to always say the wrong thing at the wrong time (is that right?).
She's a Brat Doll!
but a doll, no less!!
And you wonder why the girl friend prefers that our visits be supervised.
funny, as i didn't know she did. i thought she just "accidently" calls when we're in the movie.
I thought I was the only person worried about being too matchy match match.
I've left the flock but my sister is still holding strong...is it wrong that I have Depeche Mode's "Blasphemous Rumours" programmed for her number in my cell phone?
no, actually it's brilliant! and yes, i'm going to do the same for my brother.
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