Having a love-haze relationship with your little brother. TFM.

^ I wanna get you drunk and then take you home to my house. After we arrive at my abode, I’ll cook you a nice 5 course meal. As the evening dwindles into the early morning and the pleasantries simmer down to sweet nothings, ill stand up and ask if you’d like to finish our bottle of pinot grio in the den. We’ll share a laugh over how much we’ve drank, but then ill stifle the mirth by slowly unzipping my pants all the while maintaining strong eye contact. I will then calmly, but assertively, plant a standard issue fire ax into your head. You suck man, is the point I’m trying to establish. No hard feelings, but you suck.