Season's Greetings

Picture this:

Brother and I are in the car, going for a Diwali lunch with Dad and Commander Uncle.

Me: (all innocent) The weather's so dry suddenly. Dude, you want some lip balm?
Brother: (taking some from the little Bodyshop container I'm holding in front of him) Ok.

Brother: Tastes like orange.
Me: It's Satsuma Shimmer.
Brother: Then why does it taste like orange?
Me: I don't know. It's called Satsuma Shimmer.
Brother: Wait. What the... what is all this glittery shit?
Me: It's not glitter.
Brother: My finger is all shiny!
Me: It's shimmer. Satsuma Shimmer.
Brother: I DON'T CARE! Aaaaa! It's on my face? It's on my face!
Me: Bahahahahahahahahahaha. I can't believe you fell for this!
Brother: (furiously rubbing his mouth) AAAAAA! Is it off?
Me: Nope. Bahahahahahahahha.
Brother: Ok, it's off now, right? RIGHT?
Me: You look like a Maybelline ad. Maybe he's born with it...
Brother: Or maybe his sister is a BITCH!

Happy Diwali, all.

Comments

Mystique said…
ahahahahahahahha
Vini said…
God made younger brothers solely to redeem the sisters for being constantly told "You are older. You should be responsible"

Cheers!
:o)
Ashish. said…
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... Loved this one...
DewdropDream said…
hahahahhahahaha!!! Gotta learn from you! :D

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