Well… No Shiz

Posted Aug 20, 2010. Filed under random. Leave a comment?

So, yesterday, it was my grandfather’s birthday. We went to a nice little restaurant and my brother (who burned himself when trying to cook hot dogs) was laying ontop of me. Even though screaming (the whispering kind) “I feel violated” and “Violation of personal space!” no one did anything. Well, now that I think about it, what were they gonna do? Tell my poor little brother that was trying to grow up a little and cook for himself to get off and leave me alone, even though he’s feeling sick? And I’m pretty sure this conversation was happening.
Me: Get. Him. Off. Of. Me.
Grandmom: Just let him stay. He feels sick.
Me: Get him OFF!
Mom: Kerry! Your little brother is burned and sick! Just leave it!
Me: He’s feeling sick cuz he’s burned…?
Mom: Well… No shiz.
Well, only change the “z” in “shiz” to a “t”.
Kerry…