My brother thinks he's some kind of awesome cook so it's terrible in the kitchen right now. Everything I do is being criticized and for no reason at all. I was making a sauce for the salad and first he started bitching that it wasn't sour enough, I had to add some vinegar and then later mustard as well. I didn't add a single thing and all I did was stir around a little.So a couple of minutes later I let him taste it and he says: "You see? So much better now!"
So I tell him what I really did and he says: "Well, it must've been the stirring because it tasted like shit before."
It's nice how he picked up cooking and shit, but he doesn't have to be such an ass about it. Just like his Farking clothing, ever since he moved out he's been buying all his clothes tailored. He looks like a scrawny gay; all his pants are too tight, too short and the ****** won't stop hating on my shirts (or my Norwegian sweater, which is awesome btw). He claims there is no regular clothing that fits him, and since we're exactly the same height there's also no regular clothes for me. Hence why all my clothing sucks per definition; regular sizes could in no way fit me well.
So I'm close to just smacking him in the face, but he's always been insecure about his height (we're 1.75, I never cared, but then I don't have a retard fuckface to go with it..) so he's always done weights and shit so he'll kick my ass.
Life is not fair.
His food better not suck..
We're having
Avacado with shrimp and whiskey sauce
Salad (probably with a nuked sauce since I've left it in the kitchen all this time. I'm sure he's screwed it up already)
Pork tenderloin with cream cheese wrapped in bacon with baked potatoes
Homemade tiramisu
But yeah, Merry Christmas everyone
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