Every so often it is nice to tell a heartwarming story about your family.
Story About Butts
Last night when I got home from work my flatmate Sam popped out into the hallway and mooned me.
"Sam!" I said, "Our buttocks are not a weapon."
Sam mooned me again, so I mooned her back.
Then we teamed up, waited for Kate to come out of the bathroom, and mooned her in unison.
It was buttocks galore.
Kate said, "Wow! Your bums look funny."
"What?" we said. "Our bums do not look funny."
"Yes they do," she said, "they're all veiny."
Sam and I, concerned about the possibility of blue cheese buttocks, raced off to our respective rooms and checked out our bums in the mirror.
"There's nothing wrong with my bum!" I shouted.
"Mine's fine too," shouted Sam, "what are you talking about?"
And from the hallway, I heard Kate's voice:
"Made you moon yourselves!"
Best. Sister. Ever.