My brother is ten years older than me and as a default babysitter he had some good times rubbing my face in his shoes or getting his "punk little brother" drunk even though I was 9 years old at the time. Stuff like that.

Weird. I remember when my freshman roomie told me that his parents once put beer in his baby bottle to calm him down

Of course, his shoes still smell like cabbage, but don't tell him that I can't stop sniffing them.

You're weird


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