I Swear That I Got Those Crabs From The Toilet Seat, Honey.
So something else happened with my little brother this morning before I came into work, but before I go into that, let me add some information pertaining to my previous post. Alcohol is legal in texas if you drink with a parent or spouse, no matter what your age is. Even though I am not his parent, it is the same difference. The issue my wife had, was that he was not going to be drinking at our house. I had no problem with it because I know he is a responisible kid, and he will not drive drunk. Our parents were giving both of us wine since we were little kids. So it is not really unacceptable in my family for underage people to drink. However, I do not want to know what my mothers reaction would be if she were to find out that I let him drink hard liquor.
I woke up this morning to my wife asking me if I would buy my brother a couple of cigars. Keep in mind that he is only sixteen. After dragging myself out of bed, I go into the living room to find my brother sitting there already making his case for why I should go buy him a cigar. Now I occasionally enjoy smoking a cigar with a nice glass of wine, and I used to do it on a regular basis. It turned out being a very expensive habit since I also have to have good wine and not the cheap stuff, and I go through bottles of wine like a gay man goes through bottles of lube. Needless to say I chose my wine habit over the cigar one. My brother did not ask me to run down to the convience store to buy him some cheap swisher cigars, so I know his purpose was not to use it for pot. He told me he was willing to spend fifteen dollars per cigar. Really he was trying to convice my wife to go buy him some, since I had to get ready to come here and work. So I told my wife that I do not think I would do it, but that she could do whatever she wants. Here is my quandry.... My father was one of the worlds best fathers. Anyone who has ever met him would tell you the same thing. He found out that I was smoking when I was around fifteen, and agreed at the time to buy my cigarettes for me. He did however lecture me everytime he bought me a pack. I remember thinking to myself at the time, what would I do in the situation. I know that buying your children cigarettes does not sound like the worlds greatest dad, but in truth it is because he did not want me paying bums to buy them for me, or for me to get in trouble while attempting to purchase them myself. You can try everything under the sun to make your children stop bad behavior, but at that age they are going to do it anyway. In my opinion, cigars are different from cigarettes. I do not beleive that there is a major difference, but there is still a difference. I realize that my little brother is going to do some of the same things that I did, and I accept that fact. However, I do not want to hear about it. When I was that age, we always hung out with the cool older brothers that would give us drugs, porn, and cigarettes. I have no desire to be that cool older brother, except in the sense that I do not care if his buddies stay the night at my house to get drunk. I do not know if my father would agree to buy cigars for my brother or not. So what do you think? Since my father has died, should I agree to do this for my brother? What would you do?
Holy fucking hell.... If you need to call to file a damn claim, do not call and as soon as someone answers, tell that person to hold on while you proceed to talk on your cell phone. I swear.... I wish I could just hang up on some people. Anyhow, since I am working so hard today, aty has given me a manicure while we were "working". She suggested this manicure should be my topic for today, but it did not seem like a long post subject. First time for me, and I must say that my hands look so damn attractive now, tonight I may just have to make love to them. I am fully aware that I just left a wide opening there for some shit talking. Give me your worst.
I woke up this morning to my wife asking me if I would buy my brother a couple of cigars. Keep in mind that he is only sixteen. After dragging myself out of bed, I go into the living room to find my brother sitting there already making his case for why I should go buy him a cigar. Now I occasionally enjoy smoking a cigar with a nice glass of wine, and I used to do it on a regular basis. It turned out being a very expensive habit since I also have to have good wine and not the cheap stuff, and I go through bottles of wine like a gay man goes through bottles of lube. Needless to say I chose my wine habit over the cigar one. My brother did not ask me to run down to the convience store to buy him some cheap swisher cigars, so I know his purpose was not to use it for pot. He told me he was willing to spend fifteen dollars per cigar. Really he was trying to convice my wife to go buy him some, since I had to get ready to come here and work. So I told my wife that I do not think I would do it, but that she could do whatever she wants. Here is my quandry.... My father was one of the worlds best fathers. Anyone who has ever met him would tell you the same thing. He found out that I was smoking when I was around fifteen, and agreed at the time to buy my cigarettes for me. He did however lecture me everytime he bought me a pack. I remember thinking to myself at the time, what would I do in the situation. I know that buying your children cigarettes does not sound like the worlds greatest dad, but in truth it is because he did not want me paying bums to buy them for me, or for me to get in trouble while attempting to purchase them myself. You can try everything under the sun to make your children stop bad behavior, but at that age they are going to do it anyway. In my opinion, cigars are different from cigarettes. I do not beleive that there is a major difference, but there is still a difference. I realize that my little brother is going to do some of the same things that I did, and I accept that fact. However, I do not want to hear about it. When I was that age, we always hung out with the cool older brothers that would give us drugs, porn, and cigarettes. I have no desire to be that cool older brother, except in the sense that I do not care if his buddies stay the night at my house to get drunk. I do not know if my father would agree to buy cigars for my brother or not. So what do you think? Since my father has died, should I agree to do this for my brother? What would you do?
Holy fucking hell.... If you need to call to file a damn claim, do not call and as soon as someone answers, tell that person to hold on while you proceed to talk on your cell phone. I swear.... I wish I could just hang up on some people. Anyhow, since I am working so hard today, aty has given me a manicure while we were "working". She suggested this manicure should be my topic for today, but it did not seem like a long post subject. First time for me, and I must say that my hands look so damn attractive now, tonight I may just have to make love to them. I am fully aware that I just left a wide opening there for some shit talking. Give me your worst.
I think you should buy the cigars for your brother. Since your father has died..you do play a major role in your brothers' life..possibly as the older male figure...
if you think your father was great..and honestly he sounds like a great man..i think you should follow dad's footsteps and help your bro out :)
Posted by
Anostica |
11:29 PM
I don't know how people can pay for actual manicures. My friends say "yeah, walmart is SO cheap! it's only $10!" I hate work, and that is more than an hour of it. Why would I waste my hard earned $10 to make my nails pretty when no one but I will notice it?
I'm genuinely sorry to hear about your papa, but maybe you could follow his example and, at least this once, buy your bro his cigars.
Once I was watching that show on Oxygen where that old lady Sue talks about sex, and she had this method where you really do make love to your hands while to your partner as well. But that wasn't the goal. The goal was to reduce irritation to the clitoris. Sue is so old, I would think she comes from a time when people were so publicly modest that she could not recover to such an extent.
Posted by
Magdalena |
10:33 PM