Babblative

Scream in terror.

The back story: Justin (brother) was preparing to cook something, it should be noted that Justin is epically bad at cooking all but a select few things. I love teasing him about the time he couldn’t tell if his toast was done or not (it wasn’t) and he mocks me for burning water.

I didn’t actually burn water.

I left it on the stove too long and shit happened. I’m not going to say what shit, but there may have been a pot ruined and it all happened while I was sitting about six feet away.

Yeah like you don’t have skeletons in your closet!

Me: I’m buying you an EasyBake oven for Christmas.
Justin: And I’m going to buy a short bus so I can drive you around in it.

Fifteen years ago I could have ended the conversation like this:

Me: Butthead!
Justin: [Shocked look] whispers you swore.

Then I’d flounce out of the room.