as with most younger brothers, i waged a constant battle with my older brother to get the other in trouble and get out of chores, through any means necessary. nathan and i were given the task of washing the dishes after supper. one night, i took the opportunity while drying a huge iron skillet to smack myself in the face. i turned to my mom and said "my toof feels funny" like any good mother she immediately started hyperventilating and screaming at the sight of my broken two front teeth. "oh my god, oh my god" she shrieked examining my jagged maw. i looked behind her and saw my obnoxious brother mouthing "youre even uglier than before"
turned out i really showed him; my little charade worked i havent dried dishes in 25 years.
this brings us to the present. while eating wings with thom, it happened again. i turned to him and said "my toof feels funny" "holy schnikes, dude youre tooth is broken"
i never really got used to the sharp half tooth. i have a habit of spitting alot and now with my new and improved pee wee herman look its even more disgusting now that i drool as well as blowing little bubbles while i talk.
1 comment:
I'm not so sure about that story...didn't you fall off a slide or get hit in the head with a brick? Frying pan, well, if so, i had every right to laugh at you. But really, given the people you hang with in Mtn City, it will just help you to better fit in.
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