That's funny, I always knew I should have had an elder brother. Now I have a younger one instead - one with great legs and rage issues.
My mum wants us to team up and hang her - she says it's the least we can do to calm her frazzled nerves. I think, however, that the world would have been a lot easier with her had she let those pills I swallowed in the seventh grade have their fire-fallow way with me.
It could have been just the three of them, living a beautiful life in the big city. Here the three of us are now, while the one of him lives the sad life in the big, bad city, toiling for us.
I am the root mean source of the evil befallen our family.