My younger brother loves to borrow my clothes. I’m sure we all have younger siblings who’d do the same.
During one of his night outs, he decides to borrow one of jackets / pullovers.
*He opens my wardrobe*
Bro: Sad, sad, sad, god this is ugly, sad, sad…
Me: Dude, if you don’t like anything, you can leave.
Bro: I’m sure I’ll like something in this heap.
Me: Uh huh, suit your yourself.
Bro: Ugh.! What is this sh*t!?
Me: It’s a tennis jacket.
Bro: Why is green in color?
Me: Because I like green.
Bro: It’ll looks like something that someone from the ‘hood would wear and go all gansta! You know what I mean?
Me: Dude! I’m busy, if don’t like what you see, you can leave!
Bro: Chill bro! Anyways, I think I’ll take this badass tennis jacket of yours.
Me: So changed your mind, is it?
Bro: No, I’m just gonna burn this piece of sh*t to the ground!
Me: Errrr, I don’t I’m ok with you borrowing my clothes anymore.