And so it begins. When my brother comes and stays with me, we always have some type of 'war' (usually just for fun). Last year it was more of a practical joke thing, this year it has escalated to projectiles.

He hit me right as I opened the door. I wanted to strangle him, not because it hurt...because it burned. I was holding a coffee, which found its way all over me. I also wanted to strangle him, because I was on the phone with somebody that was asking to get a quote sometime this week, and when I was hit I said a few choice words. It was something along the lines of, "GOD DAMNIT, SON OF A BITCH! You're going to regret that you shithead."

The person said that they would call me again about getting the quote, but you could tell by the tone that I shouldn't hold my breath.


If your wondering what it was he hit me with, that video sums it up perfectly. My brother did change one thing though. He applied the hair spray in coats throughout the day, because he thought it would add more power to it...

He was right, considering he cracked a ping pong ball on my chest, and I have a welt the size of a fist.