Swearing

The other day, I swore that I wouldn't drink excessively anymore because my hangovers tend to last a whole day.

So I swore that I'd only go out for one hour last night and be back for Desperate Housewives but I got sucked in.

I swear it's only now that I feel better. The time just flew and I don't remember doing any talking.

And on the way home from work today some middle-aged idiot on a child's bicycle swore at me because I didn't hear him say excuse me as he rode up behind me.

I swore back at him, under my breath, of course, when he'd cycled off, when, you know, he couldn't hit me or anything. He really looked like he could hit me....

I told my brother who said I should've sworn back louder and that I should've called him on my phone if there was any trouble.

I'm like, yeah, like I'm gonna be fending him off with one hand and dialling your number with the other. And by the time you turn up he'll be long gone.

He's like, if anything happened, I'll find the idiot. (Suppose he's not gonna get far on that child's bicycle)

I'm like, yeah, whatever.

I swear, my brother's crazy.