So lil brother comes down to br'fast in boxers, no shirt, and rooster hair and wants to know if I won the lottery and only had 10 days left to live if I would want to go to the beach...
And I say no, probably not, I would just stay home and be in my dirty house with the irritatin' people I love... and I wouldn't even make him clean house at all, but I would probably still do laundry...
And he pressures me some more. "Are you surrrrrre you wouldn't want to go to a beach house...???"
Again I defer. So he says, "Mmmmkay. We'll just go after you're dead then." And he ambles off to watch cartoons leaving me to contemplate the bitter irony of winning the lottery, living in a dirty house with selfish people, and NOT going to the beach when I had the chance!
!#$%F!
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