My sisters, no matter how they explain themselves, no matter how they differenciate themselves, are bimbos. Period.

They argue over the weirdest matters, insist they are right, even when they are in the wrong.

Why do i say that? Today i asked for 30 minutes, what do you dudes wanna eat? Was there any money left behind?

Any idea how irritating it is to be a mimic for 30 whole fucking minutes?

After that my nerve snapped because i haven't eaten for 16 hours. A hungry man is an angry man. Fucking hell.

Then they pinned it on me. "Don't flare up on me." "I didn't hear you!" "Stop saying it's my fault!"

And its 3pm in the bright fucking Saturday.

Bimbos.