I hate being sick

I hate being sick. When my brothers and sisters are running around and I try to but my mom yells at me. Then when she’s not looking, them and their friends lock me in a barn. Not joking. They locked me in a barn that smelled funny and was full of mud. Luckily I found a water gun, filled it with apple juice, told them it was pee and if they didn’t let me out I would shoot my pee at them through the window. So they unlocked the door and started running around and screaming.

So I run after them squirting my “pee” at them. I hit my brothers face with the apple juice cannon and he goes, ” Wait guys, this isn’t pee, it’s apple juice.” 

And then they lock me back in there.

A day in the life of the oldest brother.

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