Post by toodles on Sept 21, 2006 22:57:43 GMT -5
ACKENSAFIGRANSTOPHEPITIAMANTELOPARGASTROPHICALLYMOOFIN! (My made-up word for the worst thing every to be invented in the history of everything that ever exsisted, before and after the creation of the universe)
LITTLE BROTHERS ARE THE WORST THING EVER INVENTED IN THE WORLD! GRRRR!!!!
Yeah, I'm VERY annoyed at eight year old brother for numerous things.
waking me up at the ungodly hour of six in the morning just because HE wanted to play my Gameboy!
pulling my dearest kitten, Monsoir Tibbles' sacred and holy whiskers when I have warned him numerous times that doing such a thing would mean instant and painful death.
Screaming at the top of his lungs and getting me grounded when I tried to administer such threatened instant and painful death.
Delaying me at the door and beating me to the TV after school and yelling and screaming so I couldn't hear a word of my favorite episode of Gilligan's Island
'borrowing' my favorite pair of earrings and making me late to my babysitting job. (Why on earth would a BOY want orange and yellow striped tabby cat earrings?)
Stealing the LAST piece of pound cake that I had dibs on and that my own MOTHER told him right out he couldn't have!
AND on top of that, He gave Monsoir Tibbles the wrong kind of cat food and made him sick and poor Monsoir Tibbles threw up all over my bed.
So I am ready to murder that kid. Next time he so much as looks at me I'm headed straight for the knife drawer.
It doesn't help poor Willow's got allergies and I can't even carry out a proper conversation without her saying "Wait a sec" and racing as fast as she can to the nearest Kleenex box. GRRR!
LITTLE BROTHERS ARE THE WORST THING EVER INVENTED IN THE WORLD! GRRRR!!!!
Yeah, I'm VERY annoyed at eight year old brother for numerous things.
waking me up at the ungodly hour of six in the morning just because HE wanted to play my Gameboy!
pulling my dearest kitten, Monsoir Tibbles' sacred and holy whiskers when I have warned him numerous times that doing such a thing would mean instant and painful death.
Screaming at the top of his lungs and getting me grounded when I tried to administer such threatened instant and painful death.
Delaying me at the door and beating me to the TV after school and yelling and screaming so I couldn't hear a word of my favorite episode of Gilligan's Island
'borrowing' my favorite pair of earrings and making me late to my babysitting job. (Why on earth would a BOY want orange and yellow striped tabby cat earrings?)
Stealing the LAST piece of pound cake that I had dibs on and that my own MOTHER told him right out he couldn't have!
AND on top of that, He gave Monsoir Tibbles the wrong kind of cat food and made him sick and poor Monsoir Tibbles threw up all over my bed.
So I am ready to murder that kid. Next time he so much as looks at me I'm headed straight for the knife drawer.
It doesn't help poor Willow's got allergies and I can't even carry out a proper conversation without her saying "Wait a sec" and racing as fast as she can to the nearest Kleenex box. GRRR!
