Post by jumpstart on Aug 16, 2012 17:10:26 GMT -8
PROMPT: my brother did(does) this weird thing with turtles
WARNINGS: LOL, IDK. J-JUST BEWARE?idkifthisispg-13ornot,butfeelfreetodeleteifnotLOL
My brother was never the normal type of guy. He collected bones and bugs, dirt and dust, turtles and toys from the kids down the lane. He never out-grew the habit of collecting, but really. It started with the turtle my mom got him for his eighth birthday.
It was a small turtle, a female by the name of Jane. Jane became the name of all his turtles though.
When I was little, I thought it was odd that my brother named his turtle after our next-door neighbour's daughter. She was older than my brother by five years, and was always out and about with a red haired boy that came by his house. My brother didn't like the red haired boy, he'd chase him away with sticks and stone when he had the chance. The two seemed to hate each other, but me and Jane stayed out of the fights.
It was a boy thing we figured at the time.
As the years went by, the number of turtles my brother had grew from one to two, from two to three and from three to five. The number stopped at about eight, since my mother didn't allow any more. My brother didn't mind though, he said “Eight is enough for me to play!”. I didn't know what he meant when he said it, but now I know the meaning.
He likes to take the turtles into his room, late at night when everyone is asleep. The tank for the turtles is downstairs, and his room is on the second floor. I only know that he takes them because I woke up one night to go pee. When I was walking back to my room, I heard him making weird noises and sounds, like he was in pain or something. I thought the turtles were attacking him or something, so I ran into his room!
My brother does this weird thing with his turtles named Jane, I think it's called masturbation or bestiality? I'm sure it's something weird like that though.My brother was never the normal type of guy. He collected bones and bugs, dirt and dust, turtles and toys from the kids down the lane. He never out-grew the habit of collecting, but really. It started with the turtle my mom got him for his eighth birthday.
It was a small turtle, a female by the name of Jane. Jane became the name of all his turtles though.
When I was little, I thought it was odd that my brother named his turtle after our next-door neighbour's daughter. She was older than my brother by five years, and was always out and about with a red haired boy that came by his house. My brother didn't like the red haired boy, he'd chase him away with sticks and stone when he had the chance. The two seemed to hate each other, but me and Jane stayed out of the fights.
It was a boy thing we figured at the time.
As the years went by, the number of turtles my brother had grew from one to two, from two to three and from three to five. The number stopped at about eight, since my mother didn't allow any more. My brother didn't mind though, he said “Eight is enough for me to play!”. I didn't know what he meant when he said it, but now I know the meaning.
He likes to take the turtles into his room, late at night when everyone is asleep. The tank for the turtles is downstairs, and his room is on the second floor. I only know that he takes them because I woke up one night to go pee. When I was walking back to my room, I heard him making weird noises and sounds, like he was in pain or something. I thought the turtles were attacking him or something, so I ran into his room!
My brother does this weird thing with his turtles named Jane, I think it's called masturbation or bestiality? I'm sure it's something weird like that though.
WARNINGS: LOL, IDK. J-JUST BEWARE?
My brother was never the normal type of guy. He collected bones and bugs, dirt and dust, turtles and toys from the kids down the lane. He never out-grew the habit of collecting, but really. It started with the turtle my mom got him for his eighth birthday.
It was a small turtle, a female by the name of Jane. Jane became the name of all his turtles though.
When I was little, I thought it was odd that my brother named his turtle after our next-door neighbour's daughter. She was older than my brother by five years, and was always out and about with a red haired boy that came by his house. My brother didn't like the red haired boy, he'd chase him away with sticks and stone when he had the chance. The two seemed to hate each other, but me and Jane stayed out of the fights.
It was a boy thing we figured at the time.
As the years went by, the number of turtles my brother had grew from one to two, from two to three and from three to five. The number stopped at about eight, since my mother didn't allow any more. My brother didn't mind though, he said “Eight is enough for me to play!”. I didn't know what he meant when he said it, but now I know the meaning.
He likes to take the turtles into his room, late at night when everyone is asleep. The tank for the turtles is downstairs, and his room is on the second floor. I only know that he takes them because I woke up one night to go pee. When I was walking back to my room, I heard him making weird noises and sounds, like he was in pain or something. I thought the turtles were attacking him or something, so I ran into his room!
My brother does this weird thing with his turtles named Jane, I think it's called masturbation or bestiality? I'm sure it's something weird like that though.My brother was never the normal type of guy. He collected bones and bugs, dirt and dust, turtles and toys from the kids down the lane. He never out-grew the habit of collecting, but really. It started with the turtle my mom got him for his eighth birthday.
It was a small turtle, a female by the name of Jane. Jane became the name of all his turtles though.
When I was little, I thought it was odd that my brother named his turtle after our next-door neighbour's daughter. She was older than my brother by five years, and was always out and about with a red haired boy that came by his house. My brother didn't like the red haired boy, he'd chase him away with sticks and stone when he had the chance. The two seemed to hate each other, but me and Jane stayed out of the fights.
It was a boy thing we figured at the time.
As the years went by, the number of turtles my brother had grew from one to two, from two to three and from three to five. The number stopped at about eight, since my mother didn't allow any more. My brother didn't mind though, he said “Eight is enough for me to play!”. I didn't know what he meant when he said it, but now I know the meaning.
He likes to take the turtles into his room, late at night when everyone is asleep. The tank for the turtles is downstairs, and his room is on the second floor. I only know that he takes them because I woke up one night to go pee. When I was walking back to my room, I heard him making weird noises and sounds, like he was in pain or something. I thought the turtles were attacking him or something, so I ran into his room!
My brother does this weird thing with his turtles named Jane, I think it's called masturbation or bestiality? I'm sure it's something weird like that though.
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