brother from the same mother

My little brother is fairly annoying, fairly stupid and fairly overweight. Okay, he is very annoying, very stupid and very, very overweight. He gets on my nerves every day. Every single day he irritates me in one way. He can’t make his bed, he can’t move for more than a minute, he can’t get his fat ass out his computer chair; he can’t stop playing MMORPG’s. The fact that I have to get his water every night before he sleeps shows just how lazy this fat assed bastard (yes, I still can’t believe I share the same genes as him so I usually tell people he’s adopted and that his father came from Bosnia and mother from Mexico). Still, he’s funny in a way and although it seems like I hate the guy, well, I don’t. I love him (well mostly because I have too, he’s my brother for Satan’s sake). I don’t know how bored I’d be without him. I’d have no one to tease all the time, no one to beat up, no one to cheer me up whenever I needed cheering up, and no one to pull (really) weird jokes (that no one else gets) with. But still, he makes my life a pain. Sometimes, I even regret asking my mom to get a brother for me (I was two years old when I did this), but still, all the bad things set aside, that was the greatest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

Signed,
Piahoo