He's my cousin, we're a year apart in age. We have a lot in common. By a lot in common, i mean almost nothing at all.He just recently graduated. Whoop-dee- freakin'-doo. I had no doubt that Aryan lookin' kid was gonna graduate.
He thinks he's better than everyone else, including me. Well, he's wrong.
He made this stuff for his graduation party called 'pesto' it tasted like a pine tree. Everyone loved it. Either i am surrounded by squirrels or everyone said they loved it because they feel sorry for him because his house burnt down. Boo hoo.
He likes Lady Gaga, that's awesome. But he also likes Glee. Gross.
One time he threw a battery at me while i was sleeping. Batteries can kill people. Seriously. Did i even spell battery right? It looks wrong. If i did spell it wrong, he'll be the first to correct it as if he's some kind of English Major. And i always say "You're not going to college to be an English teacher" and he always replies "Well, if i wasn't going to culinary school, i'd go to school to become an author." Excuses excuses.
Speaking of excuses, when i was 6 julie and i lent him a movie. The movie was The Berenstain Bears: Don't Talk to Strangers.
Well, that was a long time ago and i want it back. He thinks that just because his house burnt down that we will stop asking him for the movie back.
Mike is a completely unreliable, grammar Nazi, pine tree cooking, Aryan grammar Nazi. Oh. And i should probably also mention that he's one of my best friends.
You can't spell battery without battery. And when I say battery, I mean the beating kind.
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