My little brother Salem and I are sitting at our dinner plates overflowing with Kibble, when he moans, “Today sucks. Shorthair hasn’t returned my calls in days.”
“Big deal,” I reply, “I haven’t had a girl call me back all year.”
He stops eating and cuts his eyes at me, “Yeah, well, our last date sucked too. When I got home, I realized I had a piece of tuna stuck in between my teeth.”
“Please,” I roll my eyes, “the last time I had a date, it was with a Chihuahua.” I pause for effect, “and she gave me fleas.”
“Well, Shorthair told everyone I had bad breath. Felines all down the block were snickering at me for weeks.”
“So what? The Chihuahua said she only went out with me because of my pic on CATch.com.”
“So.”
“So, she thought I was a gerbil.”
Salem takes his paw and pushes his plate towards me, “You win.”
I scarf down the Kibble and think, “Damn right, I win. Nobody sucks more than I do,” oddly feeling better that I won at something.
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