I can't help but laugh
1. My brother-in-law's been an air conditioning fiend. He's left it on for many, many days in a row, possibly with the thermostat lower than it needs to be, and possibly on days when we don't even need it. I don't know this for certain, but I that's what I suspect. It caught up with him with this month's electricity bill, which came in at a whopping $400 dollars, 4x normal. There was no air conditioning today.
2. My brother-in-law says one of the house rules is this: If you cook, you don't clean the dishes. Tuesday I cooked. He and my sister both went to bed with the dishes unwashed. I thought maybe he'd leave a note for my brother, asking him to wash the dishes. He didn't. 2 am Thursday morning they are still there. All that there is is a pot, a frying pan, and a strainer. I told my brother I would wash all the other dishes from tonight, but I won't wash the ones I cooked with. He asked if I was prepared for whatever consequences there may be.
3. Kyle's dad's girlfriend moved in with them. She has 3 kids. "Oh, no," I think. The youngest is 14, "not too bad," I guessed. Then he tells me who the girlfriend is. She's the mother of this weird kid we went to high school with. And weird kid's brothers are apparently just as smelly and weird as he is. Only the two younger brothers are living there, and the house is big enough that it's not like Kyle and his brother were forced to give up their own rooms. Kyle says the youngest kid isn't so bad, but the middle one is something else. Let me describe to you a picture Kyle showed me: the middle kid, laying on his stomach shirtless, partly on a towel, barefoot with flip flops laying on the side, wrapped up in a ninja turtles blanket, on the phone, on Kyle's lawn, for all the neighbors to see. Here's part of the hilarity of the contrast: Kyle and his brother, Shawn are hot, well-built blonds. The girlfriend's kids? That special kind of redheaded kid that looks perpetually unwashed.
Jero's first album ranked 5th on Oricon chart
2. My brother-in-law says one of the house rules is this: If you cook, you don't clean the dishes. Tuesday I cooked. He and my sister both went to bed with the dishes unwashed. I thought maybe he'd leave a note for my brother, asking him to wash the dishes. He didn't. 2 am Thursday morning they are still there. All that there is is a pot, a frying pan, and a strainer. I told my brother I would wash all the other dishes from tonight, but I won't wash the ones I cooked with. He asked if I was prepared for whatever consequences there may be.
3. Kyle's dad's girlfriend moved in with them. She has 3 kids. "Oh, no," I think. The youngest is 14, "not too bad," I guessed. Then he tells me who the girlfriend is. She's the mother of this weird kid we went to high school with. And weird kid's brothers are apparently just as smelly and weird as he is. Only the two younger brothers are living there, and the house is big enough that it's not like Kyle and his brother were forced to give up their own rooms. Kyle says the youngest kid isn't so bad, but the middle one is something else. Let me describe to you a picture Kyle showed me: the middle kid, laying on his stomach shirtless, partly on a towel, barefoot with flip flops laying on the side, wrapped up in a ninja turtles blanket, on the phone, on Kyle's lawn, for all the neighbors to see. Here's part of the hilarity of the contrast: Kyle and his brother, Shawn are hot, well-built blonds. The girlfriend's kids? That special kind of redheaded kid that looks perpetually unwashed.
Jero's first album ranked 5th on Oricon chart