Phone rings, it's my parents' house, I get excited because my sis is due in a little over a week.
Me: Hello?
My brother: Hey.
Me: What's going on?
My brother: Soooo...how are you?
Me: Good. What's going on?
My brother: Sooo, I don't know if Mom and Dad told you or not, but I might have another kid.
Me: What?
My brother: Yeah, the mother tried to blame it on another guy, but it turned out he's not the father, so now she said I am. The baby's already been adopted out, and they want me to sign the papers, so what do you think?
Me: Well, first of all, who's the mother?
My brother: Some crackhead.
Me: Nice. Condoms, [brother's name], condoms.
My brother: Yeah, yeah, so do you think I should sign the papers?
Me: Yes, I do. Let the kid have a good life.
Posted by Jenelle at April 18, 2008 12:46 PM | TrackBackQUIT BANGING CRACKHEADS WITHOUT WEARING CONDOMS, YOU JACKASS.
Seriously.
Posted by: Keith at April 18, 2008 03:12 PMOh my goodness. I'm so glad you said yes.
Posted by: sarahk at April 19, 2008 09:14 AM