Punchline/Staci Wilson
"Let's make like a zit and head!" Brandon said, walking towards and then out the door. I loved all his dumb little mannerisms and sayings. Someday I would be as smart and witty as my brother. At least, that's what I thought when I was 13. But when I actually tried to make my own little joke, it went horribly wrong.
I tried for about an hour to come up with a fun little saying that I could reiterate when I would leave the house, like my big brother, but when I finally came up with one I had no one to practice on except my mother. So, being the confident young soul that I was, I charged into my mother's room and told her I had a fun joke to tell her, like Brandon.
Being the attentive mother she was, she turned off the TV and put her full attention on me and I said, very very carefully,
"Let's make like a split and pea!"
...Laughter was all I could hear the next while.
I tried for about an hour to come up with a fun little saying that I could reiterate when I would leave the house, like my big brother, but when I finally came up with one I had no one to practice on except my mother. So, being the confident young soul that I was, I charged into my mother's room and told her I had a fun joke to tell her, like Brandon.
Being the attentive mother she was, she turned off the TV and put her full attention on me and I said, very very carefully,
"Let's make like a split and pea!"
...Laughter was all I could hear the next while.
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