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the family come down to stay this weekend. dad and brother are off to wembley, so i was asked to entertain brother's girlfriend ("BG"). bg is really nice, but i don't know her all that well. she wants to see covent garden as she's never been, and we have a nice time shopping.

we get to david and goliath, which always cracks me up because i'm quite childish like that. i buy a t-shirt for my bald, hairy brother with a tiny cartoon of chewy (star wars, i can't spell the whole name) and the slogan "back, sack and crack" because it amused me. i also buy a pair of pyjamas for BG because she was admiring them (cuddling cutlery and the phrase "spooning leads to forking" underneath. i didn't say it was cool).

much later that evening, BG comes into my lounge in the pyjamas to say thanks again. i say to brother, do you like them?

and he stands up, walks behind her, slaps her ass and decrees them "very spankable."

BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEURGH. that is NOT why i bought them, they are cute cosy cotton vest top ones, not sex wear!

mind you, had to share a bedroom with the same brother on a caribbean cruise last year. i was fed up of waiting in the bathroom for him to get dressed and was shouting to hurry up. eventually he said he was done.

i came out to find him waving his giant hairy arse in the air to annoy/frighten me. it did both.

i think my brother is a walking piece of TMI...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Sun 9 Sep 2007, 23:09, Reply)