French Fries

Sister: can you write a poem for me for my literature class?

Me: sure if you let me have your French friend.

Sister: ewww!! We have a lot in the ref why not go and cook some for your self.

Me: Well the one you already cook looks so yummy.

Sister: What a lazy F***. No!!! Forget about what I asked you and forget my French fries. Now will you just evaporate?

Me: where?

Sister: will you just get out of my room… UGH! Why on earth do I have a sister like you?

I could have said more but her phone rang and guess who? it’s her BF, I always make noise when he call so she went out of the room to take the call cause she cant shovel my ass out of the room. “yeah I love being the eldest”. While she’s gone I eat all her French fries.

Sister: what the, you eat them all.

Me: no! Not all you still have the powder cheese in your plate.

Sister: angry “you bitch you have to do my poetry now or I wont allow you to get out of this room”

Me: I thought you want me to evaporate.

Well I ended up writing her a poem and helped her do her book report. Ugh that’s not fun but blame it to the French fries.