You Should Love My Little Brother


Last night, I was a bit frustrated with my brother for rummaging around in his closet, which shares a wall with my bedroom. I endured about five minutes of clanking and banging and crashing noises before I stomped into his room, fully prepared to kick him in the shins.

"Dude, what in the heck are you doing?" I asked impatiently.

He was knee-deep in plastic bins when he looked up and replied, "What? Oh. I'm looking for a Pez dispenser. The Darth Vader one."

And I just stood there, wanting to hug him. Clearly, I have the coolest little (nineteen-year-old) brother on the planet.

P.S. Ladies? He's single. I don't know how, but he is. Feel free to submit any girlfriend applications to yours truly, as I will need to screen them first. (Those who are unfamiliar with Darth Vader need not apply.)