In the mid 70's, my parents is walked in to see me breaking off the legs of a living room sofa chair to make a flat floor chair in my hippy pad.
I never did anything bad to the home where I grew up. It’s my house now. I show it a lot of TLC. That wasn’t the case with my half-brother. He’s been out of the house for eleven years now, I haven’t seen or heard from him since (good), but my story about the worst thing ever done to the house by him is pretty gross.
If you have a weak stomach or haven’t eaten yet, stop reading here, lol.
My half-brother was a loser who always walked around the house in his high school football jersey (from his glory days) and boxer shorts. One if his favorite things to do was to walk in front of the TV when other people were watching it, bend down, fart and then yell “Oh yeah!”.
One night he did that while my brother and I were watching TV and our parents were away. There was just one problem. That time he had diarrhea and didn’t know it. It went all over the carpet and the coffee table in the living room.
(to the home in which you grew up?)
(my parents is parents is walked in)
A “sofa chair”? Was it a sofa or was it a chair?
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