Boys are odd creatures.
Tonight I walked down the stairs to our basement intending to say goodnight when I overheard Kevin and Daniel rough-housing and talking in their room. I quietly listened outside their door.
“Hey Danny, last night when you were asleep I put the bottle of deer scent under your nose and you didn’t even wake up.”
“Kevin, you’re a freakin’ tard. That’s why I woke up this morning with a funny taste in my mouth.”
“Yeah right. Like you’d get a funny taste in your mouth from smelling it. If you want a funny taste in your mouth, try putting a moldy mouthguard in at football practice. It tastes like your feet smell.”
“My feet don’t smell!”
“How do you know? Did you smell them?”
“Yeah. I did just a little bit ago”
“And you call me a freakin retard? Who smells their own feet?”
“I was tryin to figure out if it was my feet or your breath.”
It was then that I heard the thud of what I assume was an arm punch or a nipple twist.
“Ow!”
“Oh Dan, you know I love you.”
“Yeah right. You have a funny way of showing it.”
“Hey, I was going to rub the deer scent under your nose but instead I just let you smell it. If that ain’t love, I don’t know what is.”
“Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
“Night Dan.”
“Night Kevin. You freakin retard”
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