Infant Stew
Brother 1: Why can't you go in the hot tub?
Me: It's too warm.
Mom: She'd boil the baby.
Me: Wow.
Brother 1: That'd probably taste pretty good...
Brother 1: Why can't you go in the hot tub?
Me: It's too warm.
Mom: She'd boil the baby.
Me: Wow.
Brother 1: That'd probably taste pretty good...
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Brother 2: A package came UPS express today, addressed to you. Is that my present?
Me: Probably. Did you open it?
Brother 2: Mom didn't want me to get a felony for tampering with your mail, so she wouldn't let me.
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For those of you who don't know (random internet people), I'm about 5 months pregnant. Here are a few gems from the past couple months...
Brother 2 (rubbing my belly): Are you sure you didn't steal a watermelon?
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Brother 2: I want to be Uncle Sausage Links!
Brother 1: I want to be Uncle Mandarin!
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Dad (in creepiest voice ever, to my belly): I'm waiting for you!!!! I'm going to talk to you all the time so you know who I am when you're born. I already know who you are...
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My family got a new puppy! He's a golden-doodle named Ralph. He got his name because he puked in the car on the way home. He fits in perfectly already.
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Brother 1: I'm going to stab your family members!
Dad: Can you start with my oldest son? He needs to be stabbed the most.
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Me: I really wanted cake the other day, so I made a cake and wrote "Kyle is Awesome" on it. That way, Kyle would be excited when he got home from work, and I would get to eat cake.
Brother 1: You should have insulted him on it. Insult cakes are better.
Brother 2: Yeah, like "You're a butthole" cake.
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Our furnace is broken.
Brother 2: DO NOT let them fix the furnace today!!
Mom: It's cold.
Brother 2: It is the anniversary of our house burning down. Seriously, you're going to risk it?
Mom: I don't think things work that way.
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Mom: Have you seen my paring knife?
Brother 1: Yes. It's in my car.
Mom: What's it doing there?
Brother 1: I was paring things in my car. I had a pair for lunch today.
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Mom: You spelled Khym wrong.
Me: No I didn't. That's how it's spelled in the emails I get from them.
Mom: I think that's the porn star spelling.
Me: Really?
Brother 1: At your wedding, can we have Uncle M and Aunt K's porn playing on a big projector screen during the reception?
Me: Don't you think that'll be weird? They're going to be there. And a large portion of the guests are related to them. It's be awkward.
Brother 1: Please?
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Brother 1: My right testicle never moves very much. The left one flops all around though.
Brother 2: Me too!!
Brother 1: We have matching balls!
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Brother 1 takes a sip of my lemonade.
Brother 1: Do you have monolaids?
Me: Is that a disease?
Brother 1: It's a cross between mono and aids. Only contracted through lemonade, that's why there's a L in the middle of the word.
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Brother 1 and I are competing to see who can work out the most before my wedding in April.
Me: I'm beating you! I just tap danced for an hour and a half!
Brother 1: I rode my bike an hour today.
Brother 2: I masturbated for 2 hours today. Does that count?
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Me: What should I give for wedding favors? Most people do mints or chocolate.
Brother 1: Yo-yo's.
Or a miniature pot roast.
Forks. No, put ribbons around the salad forks so everyone steals them!
Raffle tickets, we'll raffle off Grandma at the end of the night.
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Mike opening another graduation card: Whoa! I'm not going to get a job. I'm just going to keep graduating from things.
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Brother 1: You know you can't have sex with my sister anymore.
Kyle: What?!?!?!
Brother 1: Yeah, since you're my new brother, and Vanessa is my sister, that's incest. You guys didn't think that through did you?
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Me: Will you be my flower girl?
Cousin G: YES!!! Vanessa. Do you want to hear something?
Me: What?
Cousin G: When my mom told me you got engaged, I told her that I wanted to be your flower girl!
Me: Whoa, luck you, you do get to be my flower girl!
Cousin G then proceeds to interrogate me about what she's wearing, how she's going to do her hair, etc.
Brother 1: Tell Cousin G I'm mad at her for taking my position!
Me: She's 6.
Brother 1: I'm still pissed.
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Brother 2: Am I going to be in your wedding party?
Me: You're going to be an usher.
Brother 2: Aw! Sweet! So I can refuse to let people in?? Awesome!
Me: No! You are not a bouncer! Ushers walk people down the aisle to their seats. You make sure the little old ladies get there safely.
Brother 2: Aw. I want to be a flower girl then!
The next day:
Brother 1: Am I going to be in your wedding party?
Me: You get to be an usher.
Brother 1: But I want to be the little girl that throws flower petals and gives you your rings!
Me: That's what Brother 2 said too.
Brother 1: Ok, then we can hold hands and do it?
Me: No, you're an usher.
Brother 1: Oh! Like a bouncer!! We can have clipboards and a rope!
Me: No, you make sure the little old ladies get to their seats safely.
Brother 1: Can we have chicken fights with the old ladies?
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Dad: Whoa, it looks like a baboon rubbed its butt on my glasses. I wonder if that's possible... I did hear something in my room last night.
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Brother 1: I'm going to get you a husband for Christmas.
Me: I already found one of those.
Brother 1: We'll trade him in for a new model. Maybe one with hair.
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