- tayLa UniverseCity:
- Oh, being the youngest is lovely. Not.
I'm the youngest of six. Four boys, two girls. My brother's always picked on me and did brotherly stuff: they broke Barbie, farted in my face, burned Ken, farted in my face, colored on my favorite dress, farted in my face, lock me out of the house, and oh... farted in my face. ...pigs.
And my sister was just a sister. She always taunted me saying that I was the ugly child.
But being the youngest has it's up sides: nobody ever messes with me because they're afraid I'll get my brothers on their ass. Haha. That's probably my favorite part about being the youngest :D
Sorry but that post made me smile. Brothers
are pigs. I have one brother who is 10 years older than me. We get along most of the time (we have the same twisted sense of humor). We still fight like all hell though too.
We had a deodorant fight (mind you, this was like two months ago) and he sprayed men's aerosol deodorant
in my eye and then asked me why I was crying.
...I don't know...maybe because you burned my eyeballs out with an aerosol can!?
-deep calming breaths-